I was “attending” my writing class over at McDaniel College’s online learning sit last night. Truthfully, attending is stretching it. I was complaining about how tired I am, how I should never have gotten a puppy and how all my work is crap. All I ever want to do is sleep anymore.
This morning it hit me. It’s February. Typically January is the month I sleep through every year. I just can’t stay awake. The fact that I made it almost all the way through January before falling apart is surprising. Maybe I’m going to drag myself through February instead of January this year, it’s hard to say. But it’s pretty dang amazing that I was awake during most of January.
I know, I’m going on and on about this, but you don’t understand. For the last fifteen years at least I’ve literally slept at work, at home, in the car in the parking lot during January. Not December, when it really would make sense. That I didn’t do that this year is astounding.
Of course I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open now. Even though the sun is out and the birds are chirping and I’m typing, dang it, my eyes just keep sending sleep signals to my brain.
Wake up! I’ve got things I need to do!