Last night I tossed and turned for two hours past my normal bedtime.
Normally sleep finds me easily. This time it did not.
When you’re in that situation, looking at the clock just makes it worse. It’s better to not know what time it is when you’re trying to fall asleep.
So what did my body decide to do this morning? Wake up at 6 am, as usual.
My brain is bleary. I feel like the edges of the world are blurring together. My thoughts feel the way grumpy cat looks.
Sleep is not for the weak. Everyone needs it.
Now if only I could get my brain to agree with that.
How do you handle a poor night’s sleep?