I've written about sleep before. Last summer, sleep became something of an obsession, as a change in medication temporarily halted my nightly sojourns in the land of nod. That state of insomnia in extremis lasted nearly two weeks. Sleep has been mostly a nonissue since then.
I am once again being reminded of its importance. Unlike last summer, I am not experiencing difficulty falling or staying asleep. I am having a hard time making time for sleep.
My days are passing in a blur. An already crowded agenda is being pressured to accommodate an epic political battle and a preschooler's schedule-altering sniffles. My evenings are spent working. My blog posts are being written when I'd rather be in bed.
Earlier this week, I wrote that
We are at two and a half weeks and counting in our fight for the soul of our state; and for the survival of our citizens and the patchy safety net that has protected us from the worst that a failing economy has thrown at us. It is time to start pacing ourselves.As this goes on, we will have to learn to live in and outside of our ordinary realities. We have a long fight ahead of us.
I am going to start with getting better sleep.