Not exactly complaining
Last night, I crept to bed with my goodies and then fell asleep, sitting up, with my tea in my hands and my knitting on my lap. Literally. When I woke up I had to mop up the cold tea that had spilled all over the duvet. This evening, I fell asleep in yoga class (during corpse pose, but even so). In the library, I faded out, staring at the bookshelves and came to in a panic when I realized I had only put 15 minutes on the meter.
So it’s 8:30 and I decided I would not try and work, but would instead go off to bed. Then I realized that because of NaBloPoMo, I had to blog first. Oy.
So I’m not complaining, but nor am I doing more than this little sneeze at the computer. I’m going to make tea, drink it (standing up, perhaps?) and go to bed.
Last year, I was ranting at and on the radio.
I have fallen asleep during corpse pose. But I tell myself that I didn’t really sleep, that I achieved a higher state of consciousness. And I am suggesting that this is what you did as well. Not that I am suggesting you avoid getting more rest. Just suggesting you may be closer to nirvana than you give yourself credit.
I have also gotten into the habit of posting before bed. I am all comfy and warm and dozing on the couch, when JB reminds me I should post before I got to bed. I’ve got to turn that around…