When I awoke I thought I had enjoyed a good long night’s
sleep. My Fitbit told me a different story. Pert its electronic tabulation of my slumbers
I had garnered less than six hours of sleep.
I was in bed by 10:30 p.m. and I awoke at 5:55 a.m. These hours spent in the sack should have put
me in the 6+ hour’s range of sleep. Six
hours is roughly the minimum I need to be functional. Instead my log showed about 5 hours and 15 of
sleep. I don’t know; it seems like I
must have been restless and not realized it.
It was a cool night I should have slept well.
When I was up I was up however. I had showered and was making the breakfast
for three by about 6:20. Oatmeal for my
wife and me. It was liberally sprinkled
with banana slices and apple chunks. Fresh
baked biscuits and ham were set out for the boy. At the end of the meal I just set the dishes
in the sink. Later, later, much-much
later I will attend to the clean-up.
My feet hit the pavement early. By Saturday 6:59 a.m. I was six minutes into
my 40 minute walk. The roads were quiet. Seemed like everybody was sleeping in
today. Not a car was in sight. No sounds did I hear but those of squirrels and
birds. I did hear one gas line at the side of an older house. Otherwise there was nothing that suggested
the normal busyness of humanity was ready to take hold and grab the day.
Really can't blame people for trying to get the most out of
a Saturday morning. At week’s end most of us are beat down exhausted. Doesn't
matter what kind of job you work at. Your boss always wants more. Life stresses
outside of the productivity squeezing office are always increasing. People have
no margins anymore. There is no dead time because with modern electronics we
are always accessible.
Morning train whistle blew from the south east at great
distance. Mournful and low, it that low steady tone brought memories of Johnny
Cash songs.
Hopefully people were bunched up under their down covers on the
45° morning. Hopefully there were
sleeping in and getting a full eight hours. Me I walked on, it is what I do.
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