A strange thing happened as I recovered from my most recent depression-I stopped sleeping. I am not tired in the evening, and regardless of what time I turn out my light, I wake up by 3 AM. It’s really weird being awake when the world(or at least my part of it) is pitch dark, eerily quiet, and I am wide awake.
My doctor asked me if I was tired during the day, and I responded that as long as I was not an airline pilot, I thought I was alert enough to lead my little life. Last night I listened to the Astros/Dodgers game, and didn’t even attempt sleep until 11:30 PM.
Still, when I woke up and looked at the lighted dial on the watch I keep on my nightstand, the hands showed close to 3 AM. I am not tired when I awaken so early, but I am hungry. So I ate some cookies I baked yesterday, a packet of nuts, and made weak decaf.
The problem is that I have nothing to do in the early-morning hours. Television is unappealing, and I lack the concentration to read. So, I listen to the radio. Since I was a young girl, I have always liked to do that. At sunset(which is ever earlier these days,) the signals change and I can tune in to stations across the country on my transistor. I listen to talk of snow in Canada, traffic in New York City, and talk on my favorite out-of-town station-WBZ in Boston. I don’t have to leave home to travel.
I was always a “morning person,” but not this early. The whole days passes with my circadian rhythm all messed up. I am ready for lunch at 11:00 AM, and often eat dinner at 4:30. Fortunately, I live alone so no one else is inconvenienced.
But maybe if someone shared my bed, they would give me a reason to sleep longer.