09:41 AM - Bleh, still out of it
I shouldn't be tired. I'm not sleepy, but I shouldn't be tired either. I napped from 6 till almost 9 last night, then J and I got up to have dinner. We got back before 10 and I read until 11 and turned out the light, and was asleep around 11:30 (well, just before that, but then as I was finally dropping off Zephyr wanted loveys so I obliged him for a couple minutes, then told him "sleepy time" and laid back down). Granted, I didn't sleep continuously from then until 5:30; I got up at 2am thirsty as hell and got some water, and then Zephyr pulled his now-usual 4am "I WANT LOVEYS AND AM PURRING AT YOU AND TRYING TO STEP ON YOUR BOOBS" thing. However, neither interruption cost me more than 5 or 10 minutes' sleep, so even adding those up I got a total of over 8 hours' sleep. It felt great. Yet I'm still kinda muddle-brained sitting here at work.
I blame the disturbing dream I had which there is NO way I will speak of, and the fact I was dreaming when my alarm went off. That's always a bad start -- I wake up groggy when my alarm yanks me out of a dream.
I am amazed my sleep schedule didn't get totally FUBAR from being sick. First I slept from, I dunno, midnight to 5:30 fitfully Thursday into Friday. Then I fell back asleep after emailing in sick to work and dealing with freshly awakened sinus troubles, so about, erm, 7:30 or 8am, then slept until about 1 or 1:30 (can't remember, that was almoast a week ago now). Then I couldn't sleep at all Friday night, falling asleep around 7am and sleeping until a little before 9am when the UPS was beeping because the power went out. (After waiting on hold about 10-15 minutes I found out a tree fell on a transformer. Eesh.) Went back to sleep for an hour or two more, somehow waking up because the power came back on. (Our alarm clocks don't make any consciously discernible noise when they come back on, and we had no lights on. I'd turned off the UPS so it'd quit bitching. I must've heard the ceiling fan in the computer room turn on. Weird, huh?) I fell back asleep for another hour or two, maybe, most of it drifting in and out of consciousness. Saturday into Sunday I couldn't sleep again, and the last time I saw the clock it was 5am. Woke up to Pele mrowring pitifully in the hallway to be let into the spare room (she's done that at least twice now) and stayed awake because of sinuses. Then Sunday night I was exhausted but couldn't sleep until after 1am, then Zephyr woke me up for food at around 3am, and I slept fitfully after that until my alarm went off 5:25 Monday morning. I emailed in sick again, no way I was going to sleep with< 3 hours' sleep after being sick (still kinda was, it was my sinuses keeping me awake still). I finally, finally feel asleep again around 6:30 or 7am, and slept soundly, waking briefly here and there, until almost 3pm.
Given all that... the biggest reason this week I didn't get enough sleep was the later than planned Maraudon run Tuesday that had us up till midnight. Then I was able to nap yesterday and still sleep pretty well last night. I figured my body'd get used to sleeping from early morning till early or midafternoon and I'd have a hard time resetting myself. Not really.
Bleh, I'm probably still technically working from a bit of a sleep debt from all that. I think I'll be hitting the pillows earlish again tonight. Hopefully I can avoid napping and just go to bed around 9 or 9:30. I just wish Zephyr would stop insisting I wake up and pet him and such at 4-4:30am. He gets all purry too, and he hardly purrs, so of course I feel guilty if I ignore him. (Plus, he makes himself really hard to ignore. He'll sit down either on me or next to me, with his tail carefully positioned to fall across my face. If he's next to me, that also usually means he's sitting so that his back fur is in the rest of my face, if I'm on my left side. Also, he's very good at using the PSI of his weight resting only on his paws, to walk on places that don't like that kind of treatment.)
Mrff... I could ramble on nonsensically for hours, just mindlessly coming up with things to write sheerly to feel the rhythm of typing and to avoid having to do any serious thinking. But, I have a real project I was given yesterday afternoon, with a short and clearly defined deadline, so I need to get cracking. It's just so hard to cncentrate...