Yesterday was an eight-hour nightmare, despite no major disasters at work. I had to help dig out from under the aftermath of an ugly power hit and managed my part of it by persistence rather than wit. Found myself face-down on the desk once after having "just closed my eyes for a minute," and lucid-dreaming while sitting up twice. I managed to get myself awake enough to drive home safely, though in hindsight I wonder if I could have passed a field sobriety test. Claimed eight hours, was there rather longer but I can hardly claim all of it was productive.
Clearly, I should have put a lot more effort into shifting my wake/sleep cycle than I did.
One small delight this morning: I had picked up some cheese for my Pastrami Hash. The grocer was down to pretty big blocks of manchego; I love it but it's priced like a precious metal (or at least copper). They had smaller wedges of Campo de Montalbán, lower-priced per ounce, which looked like manchego and had a similar-looking but darker rind: turns out it's also from la Mancha, made with sheep, goat and cow milk instead of manchego's one hundred percent sheep milk. A mild and slightly complex flavor, it played well with pastrami, potatoes, red bell pepper, green onion with an egg cooked on top.
Didn't sleep terribly well but it added up to eight and spent an extra hour and a half (not all in one go) horizontal in the doing. Hoping that will be enough.
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