At the ripe old age of almost-fifty-five, I have finally realized that when I finally have a day off after working the kind of schedule I have been lately, it's not going to be a very productive day. I may have known that when I was younger, but I didn't always heed it. Now I do. It's just after seven on a Sunday evening, and I woke up from a brief nap a little while ago. I don't like to sleep in the daytime because I never feel rested when I wake up. All I want to do is go right back to sleep. When I fell asleep, it was raining; when I awoke, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. It was a bit disorienting, more like dawn than dusk.
What I had hoped would be my new Sunday morning routine -- a beach walk with my friend, which we both enjoyed so much last weekend -- was rained out. I had an early flurry of productivity and finished everything I could for my current class. I had wanted to get my second-summer-session classes set up this weekend, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. It's no big deal.
I'm still groggy, so I may not be expressing myself very clearly. I'm going to cook a piece of chicken and take a shower -- and then go right back to sleep. The crazy schedule will be back tomorrow, but at least I'll have had a chance to relax. We all need that.
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