I used to be able to sleep late. Once upon a time. I think I might have been sixteen or seventeen. Then I joined the real world. I reset my clock. People demanded that I get up! Get up! And now for whatever reason I can't sleep late!
I suppose that forty years of rising early will do that to your biological clock. Or maybe I just don't realize that eight o'clock is late compared to five o'clock. Hmmm. I'll have to think about that.
Anyway, it's very annoying when you have a dark rainy morning--perfect weather for sleeping--and you're wide awake. What are you supposed to do on a rainy morning? Now especially as we're heading into summer when most of the days of bright and sunny.
Of course there's no guarantee that I'll get to sleep anyway. The telemarketers are out in full force at eight o'clock! How are you on going to sleep after a phone call? I'm not so good. Usually my little heart is pitty-patting from adrenaline. Ugh. Who are these people? And what do they want?
It used to be my kids in the middle of the night. Those days are long gone (Thank you, God!) so that generally I don't receive emergency calls from them. Now life is serene and flowing... and if you believe that, I will sell you a bridge from England to Australia. Come to think of it, that might not be such a bad idea... think of it--a bridge over the ocean with little mini-cities dotted along the length with hotels and gas stations and restaurants. Maybe it could have some of those underwater buildings so people could watch the sea life...
Ahem! Sorry about that. I sidetrack easily. Ah, well. I suppose it's time to go to bed so I can fit in my eight hours since I can't sleep late. Until tomorrow...