I’m on Day 73 of my Duolingo streak, and into the second week of my video game boycott. The boycott isn’t anything political: I was just parked in a low mental activity rabbit hole1, and I finally had enough sleep to realize that.
With a few exceptions this past month, I have gotten myself moving toward bed around ten at night, and asleep by eleven. I know it will be a while before I am completely crawled out from under the chronic sleep deprivation, and I keep reminding myself of that, especially when I notice that in general, I’m doing better. Yes, really. I am running just a single load of laundry every day. On very good days, it gets put away semi-immediately. It is in no immediate danger of becoming another low mental activity rabbit hole.
I even have “Begin Blog Post” (which was Monday, August 5th) and “Publish Blog Post” (booked for Monday, August 12th) tasks blocked into my planner, just like I had last month. We’ll see if I get sick of working on this post before the 12th and chuck it over the fence ahead of schedule like I did last month2.
…and obviously, I did not. It is five minutes until ten on Monday, August 12th, and here I am not really knowing how to finish this blog post other than to say yeah, I can really notice it now when I don’t get into bed by ten, and setting my alarm clock for an hour later to try to compensate for the lack of sleep only makes it worse because I start off the morning feeling like I’m behind and I’m running to catch up all day.
Yeah, I did that last night. @bhoneydew was in the living room watching the first episode of Another Life when I was heading to bed last night, and I got drawn into the story-based entertainment black hole before I could escape. I won’t say that I should know better, because I already do know better.
I also am better. Despite getting up an hour later than usual, I still managed to do everything I had planned to do today — including this blog post. Boom.
1This sounds better than “place Shai goes to hide”, I think.
2Because it takes a surprising amount of effort for me these days to write anything (work related, non-work related, school related, grocery lists) that doesn’t read like I threw it together on my cell phone while parked in a waiting room. Our son currently has physical therapy for his ankle twice a week, and I’ve hit the beginning of my fall checkups.