Candle Burning

Honestly, I’m somebody who needs eight hours of sleep—a full eight hours every night, or I slowly start being less functional. One night with 6 hours and I’m ok; two nights and I can’t focus the third afternoon; three nights and I start showing signs of insanity.

It’s been the kind of week where my sleeping hours have slowly gotten away from me. Last night I went to be sometime after 11, and got up shortly before 7. The problem comes at both ends—I go to bed late because I’m staying awake doing stuff—last night was a party. I get up early because my body is used to the alarm going off at 6:23, even when I know I have allotted more time for sleeping, like this morning when the alarm was actually set for 7:23.

Which brings me to this afternoon—I’d left the office early because I wasn’t being productive and because I needed to go grocery shopping or else I would starve.

No Joke: Sunday is Easter, and in Germany this means it is a long-weekend. The supermarkets are closed on Friday, Sunday, and Monday. I realize that leaves Thursday and Saturday to do shopping, but Saturday is out due to plans that start at 8am and last until 2, or perhaps later—a variable I am unwilling to risk. Thursday is problematic because I may or may not have plans covering the entire day—although I certainly have plans that will keep me busy from 8 until 9:30 or 10. My other plans might start at 10 or might start at 1, or might not start at all—but as J points out, shopping on Easter Thursday Sucks.

Happily the supermarket wasn’t a zoo today, and I picked up some pure ground beef, a couple chicken breasts, some appropriate condiments, and a few other things.

However one I got home and had put away the perishables, I found myself being pulled toward bed.

I took what had to be a three-hour nap.

Did I mention that I’m feeling pretty sprightly right now?

Anybody want to go for a walk?