Hibernation

Sometime when I wasn't paying attention (and believe me, that happens more than I would even like to admit to), I turned into a bear and went into hibernation. I swear! I'm a bear! And a poet! And I didn't even know it!

Seriously, I can NOT get enough sleep. No matter how many hours I nap, snooze, sleep and snore, I still wake up tired. Last night, the hibernation mode hit me at about 6:30 pm. I tried to fight it, I really did. I slapped myself. I splashed cold water on my face. I even ran up and down the stairs a few times to get the blood running. Did any of it work? Nope. Instead, I just got more tired.

When hunky announced he was still tired from his trip and was heading to bed early, I said "I'm with ya!" So, at 7 pm, I was in my jammies tucked into bed. By 8 pm, the light was off and I was sound asleep.

Still, when the alarm went off this morning, I didn't feel rested. I felt like I hadn't even slept... and that I needed more sleep. How I managed to crawl out of bed and make myself a cup of coffee I'll never know. It's like one of those miracles I've read about in the bible.

While I ponder the fact that it's only 3 pm in the afternoon and all I want to do is sleep, I find I have a sudden craving for a jar of honey and a pic-a-nic basket. Where is Yogi when you need him, huh?