Night 3: midnight to 7:30ish. I feel like I’m training for some sleep marathon. Dropped another seven pounds last night. Hubbo says I look like Heidi Klum at this point. I solved Fermat’s Theorem this morning.
Weight Watchers, actually, is what this feels like. The counting! The intentionality of it all!
Reading everybody’s comments, it’s a freakin miracle we get any sleep at all. The cats, hiccups, babies, snoring husbands, mid-sleep wakeups . . . ay yi yi. We’re just not set up for this sleep thing.
I actually have some knitting going, nothing fancy but large in scale. But I have to find my camera–did you really LOSE YOURS?????
It’s really helpful to hear everybody’s experiences with their sleep experiments. TY for sharing, as they say.