Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Hallelujah Chicken Walking
I'm celebrating because I am awake and the morning is in me. (That is sort of a Thoreau quote with a chicken twist, but let's give credit where credit is due).
Anyway, yes, I am awake and I awoke without the aid of an alarm clock, feeling fully rested.
I don't know about you guys, but that doesn't often happen to me. Usually I wake up 3 minutes before the alarm feeling like I need another two hours. I only wake up then because my internal organs prefer to have me reach groggily around the night stand area in order to disengage the alarm clock rather than jolt my entire nervous system and possibly set off events that may well lead to a premature heart attack. They give me three minutes in which to accomplish this task. Once that is done, we usually all settle right back down into a deep sleep again.
I am not a morning person but I want desperately to be one. Yes, I want to get up, drink a pot of tea, run five miles and bake banana bread before the sun even shows itself. It will not ever happen and one of the great things about getting old is that you come to accept certain things about your personality, such as when you are a morning person or a night person. I am a night person, obviously.
Except I'm not. At least not lately.
Lately, I have been falling asleep at the same time as littleb. I don't intend to. I take him upstairs, we read our usual 1100 inane stories about silly dogs, oddly dressed hippos, and snarky sneetches, and then I tuck him in and I sit beside him for a little while.
And then I fall asleep.
Eventually, an hour or two later, I wake up with cramped, tingling limbs, and drag myself off to bed after, of course, setting the alarm for the next morning. And every single night I say to myself, because I am a not very bright optimist, I guess, "Oh well, tomorrow I'll wake up really early and I'll blog before I go to work".
Except I never do because, read above.
And I've been a little worried about this because, if I recall, as you grow older you tend to require less sleep, not more. I've been waiting for the day that I wake up early feeling well rested and ready for the day. It has not happened. Am I anemic? Did I get bitten by a deer tick? Depressed? Something worse? Yikes.
And then today I woke up. I'm awake now. Let's celebrate.
And just in case you were interested-
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is always at morning. It matters not what the clock says, or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me...To be awake is to be alive. I have never met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?...We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour.
Henry David Thoreau
Posted by The Chicken's Consigliere at 7:00 AM