Well, it’s 6 a.m. and I haven’t been to bed yet. Frankly, I’m not even really tired yet. I’ve been doing a lot of writing overnight. It’s been a very productive time.
I have never been a good sleeper. Neither was my mom, neither are my two brothers. There’s something genetic in it all, I’m sure. I can’t really say how my dad was, but I know the three of us and mama are not good sleepers.
I don’t need as much sleep as other people. Thank goodness. I can’t even get everything done I want to do and I rarely sleep even six hours a night.
I’ve been holed up in my office all night but I can see through the front door that daylight has arrived. I intended to go out for a walk before it got completely daylight but I’ve waited too long.
Oh well, now the big decision is if I should go to breakfast or go to bed. I think a walk first… then I’ll make that choice. Then I really must try to get at least a little bit of sleep. Surely I need some.