Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

one disorganized monkey

Without intending it, my day ended at about four in the afternoon yesterday and I'm not sure why either. It wasn't as though I had been overly active before I fell asleep. All that I had done was stop at the bookstore for a few hours and then follow that up with some grocery shopping afterwards. Since I went to the bookstore first with all of my grocery money in hand I could just have easily bought books instead of food, but I didn't.

When I finally woke at ten thirty at night, I was vaguely amused. I might have missed most of the day, but if I had to go to work it would have left me with just enough time to have gotten ready. My body does have a set rhythm no matter how strange it might seem to others.

So after a moment's thought, I rolled over and went back to sleep. It seemed like the sensible thing to do. Maybe it was the rain that made sleeping so easy, but I did the same thing again when I woke two hours later. Then finally at two thirty in the morning I decided it was time to wake up. For me it was as though I had slept until noon on my day off.

As alert as I might be at three in the morning, I very seldom seem to get anything done when I am at home. It isn't as though I have people milling around me like I do at work. Instead I have silence and that is enough.

Maybe the holiday season has started to soften me up a little, because I did close to nothing today and didn't feel any guilt about it. For so many people the holidays seem to cause more stress than pleasure, but not for me. I keep my expectations low and am usually mildly surprised when it is all over.

 
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