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Sunday, April 2, 2017

Practicing for the national napping championships

Finally, all the nights without enough restorative sleep caught up with me. I was dutifully slogging through those essays, making pretty good headway, remembering to get up and walk from time to time (including a couple of laps around the block, as it's gorgeous out today)--and then I found my eyelids drooping. Knowing that my body is in need of the sleep, I lay down on the couch; I wasn't sure how well I'd sleep, as sometimes I do that and my mind gets on the gerbil-wheel, and sleep vanishes. It didn't take long for me to drop off, and then I couldn't haul myself out of the benthic deeps. I'd start to get up near the surface and then an undertow would pull me back down.

I haven't slept like that in a long time. It was bliss.

As a consequence, of course, I didn't get as many essays marked as I might have--but today was one of those days where what I actually accomplished hit an acceptable balance between the unrealistic desire and the fear of the worst. I will have one hell of a slog to get through everything before the 5:30 class on Tuesday--and I'm scheduled to make up time in Advisement on Tuesday, which I'd reschedule except I'm running out of days in which to do that without missing (or messing up) something else--or without having to be in Advisement four times in one week (my two regular stints plus two make-up days). So, I just have to hope it isn't too busy when I'm there both tomorrow and Tuesday. Early a.m. alarms seem in order.

Good thing I napped, as apparently I'm going to be going low on sleep again for a few days. But spring break is almost here--and after that, we'll very much be in the "hold on to the safety bar and scream" part of the semester. (And I'm trying not to think too much about that one-day AAUP conference in Scranton, for which I have to be on the road by 6 a.m....)

I think I'll leave it at that for tonight. I want (yes, "want," not "have to") practice the violin--hopefully with a modicum more patience and less frustration than last time--and I still feel tired, even after that monster nap, so I'd like to try to get to bed earlier than I have been. (By eleven would be nice, instead of somewhere between 1 and 3 a.m.) All other work considerations postponed until that magical moment called "tomorrow."



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