It’s been a long time since I have felt this. That tiredness in the morning that is so absolute, so there that your brain cannot think of doing anything but sleeping. Sleeping and it is maaadd at you for getting up so early. Mad at you for using an alarm clock and waking it up with the drone of CBC talking about election hangover.
Pushing myself to the bus stop, I walked with Noah and with a feeling of guilt for my horrible mood. We get to his car and his lights had been all night. His battery is dead and he must wait for BCAA. But he grins and bears it. Sends me off with a hug and a smile and I wonder - why can’t I be like that? Why am I groaning about an “early” 10am meeting when some people are getting up at 5am after leaving work at 11pm the night before to start another day.
No I have it pretty good in life. I’m very fortunate and I have to remember that even when my brain is accusing me of neglect, of sleep deprivation. Mom was so right when she said every hour of sleep before midnight is like 2 hours after.