Day 20

A day obsessed with sleep. The clinical study was all kinds of informative. Sweet tech dropped a few hints but have to wait in suspense for the results for over a month. Meanwhile, came home buzzed from 4 decent hours and energized by a fresh snow flurry. Then regaled boy with all the minutia while trying to figure out how to spend my rare early rising.

The crash came as suddenly as the buzz. Stumbled onto the bed with a towel covering the pillow to protect it from the goop in my head. Slept soundly - and I do mean soundly - from 8ish to about noon ish! Thats 4 deep sleep hours! Thats probably more than the whole month! And on top of the clinic hours! 

Woke up, somewhat groggy but unwilling to take more liberties. Shoveled, walked, cooked, cleaned. Showered the goop away. Felt exhausted and fried again but glad. Dinner, post dinner dinner, TV. And Mr. Sweetface who has us tightly wrapped around his evil little paw. 

I think I need some structure back. But boy said, in all his therapist adjacent wisdom, during appreciation time - right now just take whatever sleep you are getting. Amen to that. 

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