Sleeping Patterns

Work was tolerable today. It started with two hours of meetings and then I spent the rest of the morning working on databases. I still believe that a first shift work day can be compressed into a four hour day. The rest is just busy work.

I decided to take a nap this afternoon when I got home from work. Everyday when I get home, I am so tired. Actually I am tired from one in the afternoon on. I think that this is because I use to sleep during the day. There were times when I would stay awake until noon and then go to sleep. For me the worst time of the day is between noon and five.

Well anyway I had a nice two hour nap. Now I can stay up as long as I like. Part of me would prefer to have a seven to four schedule at work. If that was the case, I would come home and go to sleep for a few hours and then stay up until two in the morning.

I like the middle of the night. Midnight is my favorite part of the night. The crossing over from one day to the next. Tomorrow becomes today. For me it is a time to think. Everything is so peaceful. I read somewhere that everyone needs some part of the day when it is their personal time. A time to just be yourself. No distractions. No worries. Midnight is that time for me. I am very content at that time.

The cynic might say that a person is content when they are sleeping, so why not sleep at midnight instead. Well it is my life and I do have my personality quirks.

I am thinking of buying some new furniture for my house. I like nice furniture. Some of what I own is from my college days, but it is in very good condition still. The couch is not that modern, but it doesn't look like it came off the curb like most college furniture does.

I am looking at buying a wooden chest that would double as a coffee table. It would give me another place to set my plants. I love plants and have them everywhere that I can in my house.

Part of me would love to have a wall devoted to bookcases full of books. Then of course I would have to have a classical marble bust or two scattered about the room.

This house lacks a studio space. I had a room devoted to my art, where I lived before I lived with my old girlfriend. Supplies were everywhere. Paper, canvas, oils and brushes littered the room.

I have yet to paint anything since I moved here. I need to change that fact.