Back on Schedule... Almost.

1. Only four more weeks until week forty.
2. I got some awesome information from an author friend of mine about publishing.
3. I don't have to work in an old fashioned meat packing plant. (The Jungle has me all sad for those people.  Assuming it's accurate of course).

So, I had to wake up at eight yesterday to go to the doctor.  The night before I stayed up until three, or so, because my body is used to staying up until that time.  I was tired at the doctor, but excited because I might be able to get back on a normal cycle.  Last night I felt extremely tired at about ten.  "Yes," I thought "I might be able to actually get to sleep and wake up at a normal time."  Sure enough, I slept like a baby and when my wife woke me to make her breakfast I thought again, "YES!  I for sure got myself back on a normal schedule."  Then I tried to go back to sleep, couldn't, wandered the house for a bit, came back to bed, read a couple chapters of The Jungle and laid back down.  My alarm went off at eight thirty and I thought, "Oh, I'd like to wake up at more like nine, but with how great I'm feeling I shouldn't need an alarm."  I woke up at around one to my wife calling and asking if I was dead, because she had texted me thrice (don't I sound cooler just from using that word?), and I hadn't texted her back.

Fellow bloggers, what's the deal with me?  How could I possibly have slept that long.  It's not like I've been up for days at a time and my body finally decided it was time to crash.  I got to bed at a decent time.  I shouldn't have been four hours tired.  But alas, I will probably have a hard time sleeping again tonight.  Why does my body do this?  Do I really need that much sleep and I just don't know it?  Or has my sleeping in on weekends trained my body to get as much sleep as possibly while it can?  Either way, I feel a little disappointed that my body might be back to the same old schedule of staying up til three and waking up at noon. I sure hope not, but if it is, it will be no one's fault but my own.  Oh well, life goes on and I don't have it as bad as some people.

On a happier note, I think I'm close to being done with my book.  I really just need to do research and an incredible amount of editing, but at least the gist of what I want is down on paper... well, on laptop anyway.

Have a nice day.