I finally got to sleep in this morning! “Sleep in” being a relative term, of course. At my age, apparently “sleep in” means anything after 6:30 AM. As long as I go to bed any time before midnight, six and a half hours of sleep feels rested now. It’s weird, but that’s where I’m at.
Last Thursday and Friday morning, however, I was waking up at 3:30 AM. Three and a half hours of sleep is not even in the stellar neighborhood of “rested,” so by Friday afternoon I was “tuckered out” (that’s the technical term for it) and had to take a couple of naps to make it to bed time, which was about ten o’clock.
More nomenclature: a “nap” for me is no longer that 20 minutes. Any longer than that is “sleep” as far as my body’s concerned, and if it’s more than 30 minutes but less than 60 minutes I’m a zombie for the rest of the day. That’s why when I go down for a nap, I set a timer for 15 or 20 minutes. If I don’t have a timer, I bend my leg so my knee’s in the air; that way when I doze off after about 15 minutes and my leg gradually relaxes, my knee falls over and wakes me up. That’s usually just enough to let me feel rested for a couple hours.
This glorious morning I woke up at about six only because I had to visit the bathroom, and I went straight back to bed because it was nice and warm and I felt like I might be able to doze off again. And I did! Until about seven. I just love that.