Not Too Sharp

I was progressing through your posts when my watch beeped to inform me that I had 4h 20m of sleep last night. To add insult to injury it further revealed that only 3h 50m were restful. However, the situation cannot be quite that grim, for it has me going to sleep at 1:20, and I am pretty sure that we can add an extra hour. Sometimes the tracker gives me an extra hour while at other times it seems to take one away. For the most part, however, the morning report seems to jive pretty closely with what I feel that I have experienced.

I often wish that I could sleep longer. I prefer my sleep duration report to begin with a 6. It's when I have several consecutive nights of 5 or fewer hours that I get overtired and a wee bit cranky. However, even when my nights are too short, a 10 minute afternoon nap will often provide my decrepit and aging body enough juice to get by.

Oddly enough, I was just, this morning, contemplating, and not for the first time, how Sue and I have gone in opposite directions. For much of our lives together, we would keep similar hours, something around 8. Then, as we got into late middle age and early seniordumb, we went in opposite directions. She now requires something closer to 10 hours or even a little more. I have gone in the opposite direction, and, as I have noted, can seldom manage 6 hours. Sue can barely stay up until 9pm while I am currently having trouble getting to sleep before midnight. Then, except for the very rare occasion, I am up an hour, or two, or even more before her in the morning. This morning, I had my 2 cups before she stirred.

Now, there was something else that I was going to blog about this morning. It was a notion from reading one of your posts. But I didn't write it down, so I don't remember what it was or from what post I got the idea.

Perhaps if I'd had more that 3h 50m of restful sleep, I would be a little be sharper. Eh?