Monday, April 1, 2013
I used to go to bed at about midnight, and woke at 0630. When I was teaching, it was a pretty decent way to approach the day.
But a couple of funny things happened - I lost my job, and my health. Suddenly self-employed, I could set my own hours, and suddenly unable to sleep more than an hour at a time, I had to set my own hours!
It was tough, since one gets used to the night-day cycle. Suddenly I was awake through much of the night, with nothing to do. But...why not make it part of the working day?
Seemed to make sense, so I started writing by night, and welding by day, with the occasional hour of an uneasy doze thrown in.
So far, it's working. And I've learned that I never really needed large blocks of sleep, and never needed the statutory 90 minutes required to attain REM sleep. My brain might not be generating alpha waves, but I don't feel the lack.
What I have gained is the very different atmosphere of the night. At night, one's both physically and metaphorically alone. There's no prospect for interaction, so every evening becomes the road to a small, specific hermitage.
And every morning, I get to watch the false dawn light the sky, followed by the actual dawn.
What would I give for a good night's sleep?
Not much. I'm too busy enjoying the night!