I came home the other day. I sat on the couch and fell asleep in a snap. It was one of those days where I was physicially, emotionally and mentally exhausted. I don’t like days like that. I don’t care to nap from being so totally spent. I’m not a napper to begin with. But if I’m going to nap, I prefer to deliberately make that decision. To nap against my permission per se, is exhausting in of itself.
Now this weekend, I’ll probably get more grumpy about this all. Beginning at 2 a.m. March 13th (that’s this Sunday), we’ll need to set our clocks ahead one hour to 3 a.m. meaning we “spring forward” and lose an hour of sleep. Ouch. I am not ready for this. Why must we go through this torture? Luckily mosy things are automated to change that clock forward so we may technically miss it if we are not paying attention. Although, I’m pretty sure my body will have something to say to me. Perhaps in a dream while I’m on the couch.