Saturday, September 10, 2011

Up with the chickens...

It's 4:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning. At 1:58 a.m. I woke, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as they say. I didn't know what time it was, having left my cell phone, which serves as my alarm clock, in the kitchen the night before. I had intended to sleep in--to sleep until I woke up.

I had no clue that would be 1:58 a.m. As I stumbled into the kitchen ready to start the coffee maker, I glanced at the kitchen clock. Groan. I knew it was early, it was still dark outside, but I had figured it was maybe something like 5:30. Noooooo...  Not me, not lately.

My sleep habits lately have run amok. Not sure why, I thought I had finally nipped that in the bud, since I'd started back to work full-time. Admittedly, I had fallen into some bad sleep habits the year-and-a-half I had worked from home. It hadn't mattered then.

I think it sort of matters now.