You know those days when you climb into bed at night, and you’re somehow filed with a real sense of accomplishment for the day… and it even makes you excited about what you can accomplish tomorrow?
Yeah, they haven’t been too common for me lately, but today is one of them, and it feels amazing. 🙂
I feel like some people are just destined to sleep early at night, and some to sleep late at night.
I am one of the latter.
Tonight, as a fifth-day support – for I have had now five days in a row that have ended similarly late, though without previous expectation, and each with a different, outside-of-myself reason for it – for this belief, I spent three-ish hours (more than that, actually) on the phone with an old friend, who had reached out, somewhat out of the blue, in desire to talk for a while, despite the late hour.
Now, here I am, even later than the other nights, finally going to sleep just before three in the morning, even though I was prepping for bed at nine something this evening. 😛
I’m just destined to get to sleep late at night, it seems.
I always end up being awake really late at night, and can never seem to maintain waking early in the mornings. At least, not waking up early regularly and being happy about it. That categorizes me as a night owl (as opposed to all of the daytime owls I see all the time?). People talk about how productive we are in the early mornings, and I know that I can be really productive with an early start. I just can’t maintain it. I can never get myself to go to bed early enough not to be totally exhausted after three days of it. Listen: I know the early bird gets the worm…, but I don’t even eat worms.
Sometimes, life is just exhausting, – especially when doing it well – and we need to relax.
I was all set to go to bed in the next ten or fifteen minutes, and excited that I was going to bed at the perfect time. But then I had a missed call from my cousin (via my uncle’s phone, since my cousin doesn’t have a regular phone with signal and all), and it was time semi-sensitive, so I called him back. 45 minutes later, I’m right back where I started, minus the excitement. Gotta love family. ;P
I wanted to snuggle with the cat tonight. Instead, he is running back and forth through the rooms, playing with the curtains, and I might have to put him in the other room, so he doesn’t destroy the curtains once I fall asleep… oh, well… I guess it’s meant to be.
Or something like that, anyway…
Our conversation just now:
“I went and put cold water on it – I just leaned over and stuck it under the shower real quickly and stood back up, but then the water rolled down my back and went into my underwear… but oh, well… Anyway, I put cold water on it, and it almost instantly started getting better. There are parts of it that are already back to normal color..”
“Wow. That’s just… crazy that it did that,” he laughs quietly.
“Yeah, the vibrations irritate it and make it react, I think. Like I said, I think I’ve had it happen before with some other massage thing or something, so I’m not worried… But it’s getting better, so…” and I shrug.
I continue after a few moments of observation of his resumed task, “What are you doing?”
Concentrating on making a fold that doesn’t want to fold, he replies, “I… uh… I’m… making a sheath.”
“Out of paper? See if Allison has some leather you can use for it… Wait. You have leather. Make a real one out of leather.”
“I don’t have any that’s sturdy enough.”
“Oh,” I sigh. “Okay.”
That’s how all people’s 2:30 in the morning looks, right? 😛