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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