Hard to sleep in...

I do not know if it is advancing age or the sucessful embedding of habit, but I find it nearly impossible to "sleep in" for more than an hour or so.

Last night, Natalie and I went over to Ft. Bend county to see a community theater production of Moss Hart and George Kaufman's 1936 play, now a classic, You Can't Take It With You, which was very well done. (The writers are also responsible for another American classic, The Man Who Came to Dinner, a production of which - starring Nathan Lane - I saw on the tube a couple of Christmas seasons ago, if memory serves.)

I'm not sure whether part of Natalie's reason for having me accompany her wasn't exposing me to the "message" of the play, which boils down to a heartfelt plea to carpe all the diem you can, while you can. I don't really understand why she might've thought I needed exposure to the concept. Frankly, I don't need the prompting, but on the other hand, bills must be paid, especially credit card bills.

I will admit to tearing up at the climax of the play, where Grandpa Vanderhof tells Kirby the father what life is all about (and apparently converts the man to his way of thinking within, oh, about two minutes), but then I can get all choked up on fairly small concentrations of sentimentality at the drop of a hat.

The plan for the day is this: Go full throttle until mid-afternoon, and then attempt to get 4-5 hours of sleep before reporting for work at the MSR at 11 pm. We'll work from there.

There are about a million things that need doing around here, and I may actually do one or two of them. However, for the next hour or two, I'm going to try to follow some of last night's advice.

Cheers...

Okay, I admit it...

Yesterday's play is having an effect.

Shortly after posting this morning, I decided I would don my swimming trunks, drive down Galveston Island some reasonable distance from the mouth of the Galveston Bay, and immerse myself in ocean water (something I had not done in... more time than I care to remember. Natalie insists it's, like, 8 years).

I even thought to invite Natalie to go with me, although her initial response involved something to the effect of "...[mumble] more sleep [mumble]..." In the end, we drove to Galveston, hung a right, and cruised to the public access drive immediately past some community with "Jupiter" in its name. There, we spent 15 minutes in deliciously warm (albeit brownish) Gulf water.

The Plan seems to be holding its own. After doing some shopping, I went to sleep at 3:15 pm and got up amlost exactly 4 hours later, which is more than adequate for a nap yet insufficient as a sleep session. It is, however, not bad for a slam sleep shift.

I've got just less than three hours before I have to be on the road... and there's so much to do!

Cheers...