8 hours the hard way

I'm removed morning from my day. It seemed like the smartest thing to do. 37 years of attempting to sleep from night to day made no changes in my hard-wiring. When the opportunity presented itself to rearrange my schedule to suit my nature, lord, I jumped on it.

To bed at six, as false dusk greets the fishermen and the breakfast chefs. Up around two, as the rest of town begins that long, post-long snooze into evening. Right now, instead of hitting a snooze button and trying to come up with some way to finagle another 5 hours of sleep, I am just thinking of heading to bed. Lord love a duck, it's a beautiful life.


Ms. Moon said...

It is a good and fine thing when we can finally live within the boundaries of our own very definite biological needs, isn't it?

B.E. Earl said...

That's my perfect schedule. Deep at heart, I've always been a night creature.

Had a summer job back in college doing the 8PM-8AM night shift. Would unwind by reading for a couple of hours on the beach each morning then sleep for 6-7 hours during the middle of the day and do it all over again the next day. My pale, white body actually got a tan that summer for the first time while sleeping through most of the peak sunshine hours. Odd.

It's 10AM now, and I just wanna go back to bed.

mr. downtown said...

If you can manage it, I really suggest it.