It's killing me. Seriously, I may die from exhaustion. My alarm is set for 7:00, but my body is waking up at 5:00. Why? I look at the clock and moan. Maybe I'll go back to sleep this time.
There's no way I'm going back to sleep. The sun is starting to come up. The coffee is calling. "Let's go, let's go," my mind cheers. No. I don't want to go. I want to sleep. Please go back to sleep. I'll count backwards from 100 until I fall asleep. I get to 92 before my thoughts drift to coffee.
I can have coffee in two hours, after I sleep. I don't need coffee now. But I could have it now, and enjoy the quiet peacefulness of the house before anyone else gets up. I'm actually a morning person. I love the still solitude of early mornings. My body does not. My body is a fitful sleeper and is forever in need of just one more hour. At 6:00 I give up, and make my first cup of coffee.
Day 19
Family: no screens until the History missing assignments are complete
Work: Listen to Prof. Lorimer Moseley's pain seminar on YouTube
Writing: Friday writing group
Habits: be more patient
Whole Health: do back exercises
"B-" for yesterday. Parent/Student conferences are my version of hell. Hard to put a positive spin on that. And I forgot to meditate - again.
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