I’m embarrassed to admit it, but sleep is becoming one of my favorite pastimes. I can’t seem to get enough, and I prefer it to almost every other way to spend my time.
Granted, recent events turn me toward sleep. The most important of those was my hernia surgery in the middle of October. I’m annoyed and frustrated that it’s taking me so long to recover. And I am amazed that I’m capable of sleeping such long hours. During the week after the surgery, I slept twelve hours one night and then took a two-hour nap the next afternoon.
But it’s more than the surgery. I hate to admit it, but much of it is aging. I find that I can sleep at any hour of the day or night. My energy level is failing. That’s at odds with my very busy life and full schedule.
The message I’m getting is that I’m going to have to slow down and do less. Not acceptable. Instead, I’ll try to prioritize and eliminate non-productive but time-consuming chores (like eating and house cleaning) to allow more energy for essential tasks, like writing and doing presentations.
Sometimes I feel like the decks are stacked against me. But that’s been true many times in my life. In Vietnam, the odds were often against me, but I survived. I’ve always managed to squeak by doing what needs to be done, and I’ve suffered few permanent wounds. I’m good at conniving and cheating.
I bet I figure out how to beat this latest downturn, the need for sleep. Stay tuned.