Sometimes, The Body Wants Sleep

I hate to sleep.

I’d rather be doing something&emdash;reading something, writing something, coding something, talking about something.

When I finally got to bed on Friday night&emdash;around 3:00 a.m.&emdash;the body said, “You’re not getting out of here for a while.” I did eventually get up and go to feed Rick and Jessica’s animals, but that was well after noon.

I got back from that and the body said, “Oh, no. None of that cleaning you’d planned. Back to bed with you.” For once, I relented. That saw me do the unthinkable … skip a home hockey game. But I was just feeling all blah.

I’ve slept more this weekend than I probably did last week. Oi.