Between one thing and another -- my one-in-three rotation on the early-early shift Sunday and Monday, plus needing to be awake until Monday afternoon to sign for a UPS delivery Tam wasn't going to be home to receive -- Monday started about 10:15 p.m. Sunday night, when I woke up early, and ran right through to about 5:30 p.m. Monday, when I finally laid down and was promptly enfolded in the giant, fuzzy grip of sleep. (A bicycle trip shortly before three p.m. had convinced me I might not be operating at 100%: arrived at the store only to discover I'd forgotten the key to the bike lock, and to realize that I didn't have enough energy left to make another trip and operating a motor vehicle was out of the question. Just as well: the parcel, which had failed to arrive in the promised time span, showed up about five minutes after I was back in the house. Fate? Freight!*)
Typically, I end the two early days with an afternoon nap and a kind of short extra "day" Monday evening. This time, I slept nearly straight through to 5:00 a.m., eleven and a half hours with only the shortest of necessity breaks around 11 p.m.. I'd love to tell you I awoke refreshed. --Nope. I could crawl right back under the covers and sleep until mid-afternoon, and I happily would, too. There is, however, much to accomplish today, and therefore no sleep for even the Chaotic Good.
I volunteered to work two such shifts in a row in order to have a Friday off for the big Dayton Hamvention. Possibly not my cleverest plan but it's the only one that'll work.
* If you liked that, such a deal I have for you!
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