It’s Sunday afternoon.
You know what that means.
Sunday afternoon, my body shuts down. I try hard to engage in meaningful conversation, but I find myself fading. Wide-opened-eyed, blinking back sleep, staring like a zombie at this person I care about who is starting to sound alot like Charlie Brown’s teacher. *WAH WAH, WAH WAH, WAH WAH WAH* I nearly fell asleep while praying for my chicken parm, that’s how bad it is. The heat of the day transforms me into a sloth.
Weekdays are just as bad. Early morning is time for putzing with news and all the latest. Lunch is nothing but a distraction from distractions. Then it’s hours of building up momentum until 5pm rolls around and I’m starting to get productive and what happens? My wife gets home and I jump off the “get-things-done” train for some relationship building.
Then the blessed night comes. I’m laying in bed and my body is electrified with activity. The hamster of ideas is running circles in my head, squeaking louder in my brain than the springs of my mattress as I toss and turn. If I get up and indulge the hamster, from 11pm to 3am I am a todo list checking fool. We’re talking old-cartoon-dust-cloud-of-fists-and-feet productivity.
Can someone please tell me why I sleep so well during the day and work so well at night? (I’m sure if I can figure this out it will explain why I did so poorly at college where I had to be in bed an hour or so before I got productive.)
