Tuesday night, I fell asleep in the living room floor. I slept hard until 1:30 a.m., when I looked at the clock & decided that I lacked the energy required to get up off the floor. I closed my eye and was out again until 7 a.m.
Two things puzzled me at seven. First, every single light in my apartment was on -- living room, lamp, bedroom, bathroom, closet, kitchen, everything. Second, my head was on a couple of sofa cushions in the floor while my legs were up on the sofa. Hrm.
I got up, crawled into bed and slept until 11 -- a total of 12 hours. Trust me, it was exactly what my body needed. But now, 17 hours later... I still feel fairly rested. That... and I've got Alex & her family on my mind is a big way. It wouldn't be a big deal that I'm up at 4 in the morning... but I have to be at work by 7 a.m.