That’s right, by my calculation I got about two hours of quality sleep last night. Admittedly I rarely sleep well, but generally better than my mother or brother, but last night was worse than normal.
Perhaps it was the cup of Starbucks I had at 7:30pm last night (Prior to swearing off most caffeine coffee never affected my sleep). Perhaps it was the anxiousness about my current workload. Perhaps it was the short hour-long sleep I took around 11:00pm. Regardless I awoke around midnight and was awake until a little after 4:00am. Of course my scheduled alarms still went off at 5:00am and 5:30am, but my groggy body bid them adieu. I awoke again, without external provocation, around 6:10am.
This must be what it’s like to be a new parent. Fortunately for me Womanhood has deemed me ill-fit to be a partner, never mind a father, so I shall never find out.
Today’s German Word Of The Day
I subscribe to an email list that sends me one German word a day. Today’s word is:
traurig — sad
How apropos on this day in which I have gotten so little sleep.
The Bike Is In The M6 Again
The weather forecast looks good for a ride this evening, my sleep deprivation does not. I have agreed to ride a group ride, a different one than last Wednesday, with the coworker with whom I rode last week. I may decide to bail on him because the map shows this ride at 29 miles, and when you toss in the other four riding from work the the ride and back, makes for a long ride for a weeknight. Besides, I might wind up falling asleep on the bicycle if I try to ride that far tonight.
In lieu of that ride I may try to do the route I screwed up last Wednesday night, alone. I’m starting the day off with a large case of “I just want to be the fuck alone tonight”.
I Wish I Could Recall The Song I Started To Write This Morning
On my drive in I saw a beautiful woman walking a dog along Highland, in that section near the Beltline that has become so popular over the past decade. My lyrics had something to do with promising to drive at the same time just to see her walk her dog, all the time knowing that she’d always love it more than me.
Perhaps if I sleep on it I can recall the tune.