Working for the weekend

Weekends are killing me right now. Like for real. All I want to do is sleep. BW lets me sleep until 9:30-10:00am, which is awesome. But, invariably I’m ready for a nap by 4:30.

I can only say that it must be credited to my active lifestyle. It takes a lot of stored energy to move from my bedroom, all the way downstairs to the living room, and lift a full coffee mug to my lips. After which I’m typically over-achieving by rapidly moving my fingers back and forth across a keyboard creating words on a screen. Every so often I’ll throw in another 25 steps or so to hit up the bathroom. And that’s 25 steps one way. So, you know, 50 round trip.

I’m sure there are naysayers out there who would have you believe that sleep begets sleep, right? And so because I sleep so long on the weekends, my body just wants to sleep more. Or, that my lifestyle is conducive to something that rhymes with grouch tomato. But I’m not sure that’s it.

I’m starting to think that we all really need ten hours sleep, not eight. Let’s be real, how many people do you encounter that tell you they aren’t tired? Or exhausted? Or about how poorly they slept. That would be, zero. You meet zero poeple that don’t complain about being sleepy. EVERYONE is tired ALL THE TIME.

So, what’s the solution? Do we throw another day in there between Saturday and Sunday? Maybe call it Sleepday? Hell, I’m all for altering the Gregorian Calendar. It probably needs an upgrade. I mean, hasn’t it been the exact same for a really long time?

Remodel anyone? Bueller?

#ThoughtsonLife

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