Grr. Sleep.

So, the past three days have gone like this. Wake up twenty minutes before my alarm, with incredible vim and vigor, which I assume have been mostly unused since the 1930s, walk the dog, go about my morning, get in the car, go to work, be really productive until about a half an hour before lunch, get tired, eat, perk back up, and then, after a short amount of time, just get so tired, so very, very tired, so so so tired, drive home tired, fantasize about taking a nap when I get home, get home, let the dog out, eat, and feel full of energy and vim and vigor. Go to bed way later than usual. Rinse, repeat.

It is as if my body would like to sleep in two chunks, one in the middle of the day and one in the middle of the night.

But I’m resisting.