I was tired and starving by the time I got home from work yesterday. At 5:30. After some chicken-noodle soup and bread, I’d managed to convince my body I wouldn’t die of starvation. I forced myself to stay awake until 10, even though I could have easily gone to bed at 7 (really – I was already in my pj’s sitting in my bed – it wouldn’t have taken much). I was pretty sure that, regardless of how tired I was, if I went to bed at 7, I’d wake up at midnight and not be able to get back to sleep for several hours, and that’d really kill today. So I knit. And watched TV. And read a little. Until 10 pm finally came and I could take it no more.
And that was my night. I fell asleep long before my TV did (scheduled for 11), and woke up boxed in by cats this morning. And got to work before 9, which is my goal for… March. Really, my goal is to go to bed earlier so I can wake up earlier. Is it bad that I don’t have high hopes for myself, or just realistic?
For the comments: and I are trying to put together an exhausting list (not exhaustive) of things to do in Chicago while we’re there. Any things you’d suggest adding?