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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Strange Days Indeed

Last night was the time to set the clocks back ("Spring Forward, Fall Back" as my mother says), so in theory that gave all of us an extra hour of sleep. Note I said "theory", as it didn't especially work for me, but then again I don't have what I would call a good relationship with sleep.

I hate sleeping. I wish I didn't have to sleep. Truly restful night of sleep? I can probably count on one hand the number of times per year I actually sleep really, really well (without the aid of something, like sinus medication) and wake-up feeling refreshed. Sleep doesn't like me and I think it's a waste of time. Last night was no exception. I tossed and turned, constantly thinking about the time change (Why?? What does that matter!!) and had dreams about the Presidential election (I can't recall the details) and about my youngest daughter Rebecca living on her own in an apartment much like what I had in York PA. The Rebecca dream was the most vivid...hours later I can still recall being in the dream and walking down a red cobblestone alley in route to her apartment to help her with something.

Now as I previously noted, there are things I can take to help me sleep. In fact my doctor gave me something, but I only rarely take it. I'm funny that way about medication in that I'm a firm believer in only taking medication that you essentially need. Helping matters in the "not taking too often" department is the fact that whenever I take anything to help me sleep, I always wake up feeling groggy, like I'm 21 again and had just spent too many hours drinking too many different things.

I think when you add it all up together, I'm just not one for turning my mind off, if you will. Truth be told, I'm not always doing something, but I'm always thinking of something. Maybe everyone is like me, or maybe no one is like me in that regard. What I can't do that I know others can is to really clear my head in order to sleep well. When my head hits the pillow for my usual begrudging 5.5 - 6.0 hours of sleep, I usually fall asleep in about five minutes, if for no other reason than exhaustion.

So there you have it, yet another blog about how much I hate sleeping. For the record, last night I went to bed at 10 (really 11) and got up at 6 (really 7). Confusing, huh? Yet another reason to hate sleeping.

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