This week, in an attempt to re-align my sleep schedule by about an hour, I’ve been assembling my meals at 10pm, then showering, then reading in bed, and turning off the light at 11:00pm, no matter what. I’ve been laying in bed awake for an hour, to be sure, but I’ve been successfully rising with my alarm clock two days in a row. (Yes, this is an accomplishment.)
Tonight, I got caught up in some genealogy research, so I haven’t gone upstairs to make my food yet — and now my body’s threatening to cart itself off to bed without my brain’s permission.
I’d better go make my food already, before I find myself all tucked into bed with no recollection of how I got there.