Mmmmm, sleep. What is more delicious than sleep, really?
Last year was a personally challenging period as I dragged myself through repeated breakups and eye surgeries. Sleep was my refuge and reward. I started going to bed earlier and sleeping later until I was up to about nine and a half hours a night. Sometimes nothing was worth staying up for, sometimes it was my escape from obligations, sometimes I was just very tired. But it got me through the year in a relatively stable state of mind.
This year I have no good excuses, but now I'm hooked on it. And I have no interest in kicking the habit.
I'm a really good sleeper. I fall asleep within two minutes of hitting the pillow and don't wake up until Flash's senior-dog bladder kicks in, the alarm goes off or cats start sitting on my chest. On the weekends, I get up, throw them all out and go back to sleep for another hour or two. I guard my sleep time and don't let anything interfere. Henry has learned to his peril not to wake me NO MATTER WHAT. Last night I slept over 10 hours. And I can't wait to get back to bed!
I don't think I'm suffering from depression or a low-grade illness. I just enjoy sleep, and it seems the more I get the more I want. (Isn't that the first sign of addiction?)
Kathi D says that getting a lot of sleep is the latest trend. (Her latest blog post is titled "Sleep is the new awake," a great title IMO). Who knew? I feel mildly disappointed that my recent obsession with sleep is just another car on the trendtrain, but that happens when you're smack in the middle of the baby boom. Nothing we do is original, ever.
I might feel slightly bad about all the time I "waste" asleep, except that I credit it for my mental and physical health. It's the only pleasure I indulge in that's actually good for me.
I figure I'll eventually get enough, and will find a more balanced equilibrium between sleep and awake. But for now, I'm going to bed. Sleep tight and sweet dreams.