I woke up, or was awakened, before 4 a.m. today. I have no idea what woke me other than vivid dreams of work related things, and I can't even blame The Damn Ancient Cat. When I popped awake at threesomething he was sleeping peacefully at my feet. And I didn't even remember what day it was for a solid hour, and thought I really did have to mobilize really early. So I woke up in the middle of the night on a day I didn't have to get up extra early, and tomorrow I actually do have to be dressed, groomed, and in the car at 7, and that suddenly seems like a big deal.
And I'm really just wondering about myself. A bit more than two years ago, my dressed and groomed ass and my travel cup of coffee was in the car at 6:45 every day. I spent entire decades getting up at 5 a.m., sometimes at 4 to catch a plane at 6, and not just getting myself together for work, but dealing with pets and children and getting everybody where they had to be on time. Now, getting somewhere early requires thought. I've gone alarmingly soft in this real estate life. It's the hardest thing I've ever tackled on the one hand, and the most weirdly flexible and unpredictable on the other.
My sleep patterns have been a hot mess ever since I retired back in September. Since it has been so ghastly here, I have been getting up at 6AM to go for a walk and not napping during the day. I STILL can't sleep most nights, and if I can fall asleep at a decent hour, I'm up in the middle of the night too. I'm thinking that is what Netflix and knitting are for. (And I figure the TV you watch in the middle of the night doesn't count, so I've been watching every trashy "reality" show I can find. "American Chopper" or "Who the $#@%^ Did I Marry?" are my current favs.) Plus my sock drawer is overflowing.
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