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We’ve been running short on sleep for days. I am one of those unfortunates that needs eight and a half hours sleep every night to really feel good. I have so not been getting it. This morning I woke up and felt refreshed. Why? Because it was 8:30 and I’d managed ten whole hours of sleep. It felt so good. Trinity is with her father this weekend, so no scampering of little feet. The dogs were a little unhappy, but they were good sports about it. It is an absolutely beautiful day. The sun is shining, it’s warm but not broiling. Though it has the feel to it that around noon might not be time for a walk in the sun. Mad dogs and Englishmen, you know.
I’ve been doing okay, but this morning I feel better than I have in awhile energy wise. Anyone who says things like, you can sleep when you’re dead, or when you’re thirty, just doesn’t understand that sleep is where the body and mind repair itself. It’s where we heal. It’s why lack of sleep has been a method of torture and interrogation for centuries. Don’t torture yourself, if you can help it. Life is hard, it’ll torture you enough on it’s own. Pleasant dreams.