Here it is:
Sleep is good.
After weeks of staying up until 1 AM I finally succumbed to exhaustion last night and crawled into bed at 10 PM.
Those who have lived with me can attest that my awaking from a deep slumber can be best compared to separating a grizzly bear from it's dinner. Needless to say I'm not what you call a morning person. So when I stumbled out of bed at 7 AM (+ 30 minutes), I was amazed to discover I had a ready supply of energy.
I did my hair, ate breakfast, and even (drum roll please) made my lunch. On top of that I had the capacity to think in complete sentences AND problem solve. In fact, I think McGuyver would have been proud with my figuring out a cool way to keep the pesky dish scrubber from sitting at the bottom of the sink or making a soggy mess of the counter, by using a hook, some packing tape, and the dish rack.
Ironically my "sleep is good" discovery happened to occur the same morning that 98.47% of Boston awoke blurry eyed and exhausted. With the Red Sox playing the 4th and final game of the World Series until late last night, there were more than a few New Englanders suffering from what the newpaper referred to as "Red Sox: induce insomnia."
Now that the Red Sox have won the World Series, I predict that my fellow Bostonians will become reacquainted with their pillows this evening and will awake tomorrow with a new realization of how good sleep really is.
After weeks of staying up until 1 AM I finally succumbed to exhaustion last night and crawled into bed at 10 PM.
Those who have lived with me can attest that my awaking from a deep slumber can be best compared to separating a grizzly bear from it's dinner. Needless to say I'm not what you call a morning person. So when I stumbled out of bed at 7 AM (+ 30 minutes), I was amazed to discover I had a ready supply of energy.
I did my hair, ate breakfast, and even (drum roll please) made my lunch. On top of that I had the capacity to think in complete sentences AND problem solve. In fact, I think McGuyver would have been proud with my figuring out a cool way to keep the pesky dish scrubber from sitting at the bottom of the sink or making a soggy mess of the counter, by using a hook, some packing tape, and the dish rack.
Ironically my "sleep is good" discovery happened to occur the same morning that 98.47% of Boston awoke blurry eyed and exhausted. With the Red Sox playing the 4th and final game of the World Series until late last night, there were more than a few New Englanders suffering from what the newpaper referred to as "Red Sox: induce insomnia."
Now that the Red Sox have won the World Series, I predict that my fellow Bostonians will become reacquainted with their pillows this evening and will awake tomorrow with a new realization of how good sleep really is.
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