Sleep was an elusive commodity last week.
Let me recap what it involved.
On Sunday evening I was in Calgary. There was a party I wanted to go to. I had a good time there. But I had to leave at 1:30 in the morning, because it wasn’t a day off for me and I was due in Edmonton for work. So after a drive home that I don’t want to talk about (under my lawyer’s advisement) I got to bed at home at around four o’clock. I was at work at 10:30 and did put in seven hour day. I can work an extra hour later to make up the deficit.
After work I had a movie night that lasted fairly late. So I didn’t get to sleep until 10:30.
It didn’t help that I had to get up at 6:00 for a physical therapy appointment Tuesday morning. But the evening was pleasant. I went out on a date that caused me not to get back home until after midnight.
I’m not entirely sure I stayed awake through my early morning Wednesday dentist appointment. But I felt surprisingly awake that day. Enough to still do 40 minutes on a treadmill in the evening.
And then I got to get a good night’s sleep.
Sleep is my earliest memory.
I remember darkness and slowly becoming conscious of existence. And not just again, but for the first time. I think of it as me gaining sentience. Then I opened my eyes and walked to the kitchen where my father and sister were. I recognized them and I believe I said hello. So it wasn’t my first moments of life, as I had knowledge I don’t recall gaining.