And somehow, after only one night of working a proper eight hour shift instead of a nine or ten, I feel better rested with a mere 3-1/2 hours of sleep than I did last week on six or seven hours (broken up in the middle, of course).
It raises an interesting question – are we habitually dragged-out tired because of lack of sleep, or because we push ourselves into doing just that ‘little bit more’? And is that little bit more worth what it costs us to get it done?
Considering how peevish I was feeling at work yesterday over the thought of having to be there rather than at home writing blog posts, editing photos, creating T-shirts or fine art prints, I think not. And though I would like to think I’m still the equal of a twenty-something I terms of endurance, the truth is I am in my mid-forties. I no longer have the energy surplus that goes with growth – even if I am in reasonable shape for my age these days!
Or maybe it’s simpler than that. Maybe it has to do with the quality of sleep, rather than the quantity. Maybe when we’re not pushing ourselves to do that little bit more we sleep more soundly, which translates to more energy and endurance.
Or maybe I’m just rationalizing, I really am still tired and just don’t feel it because I’m so happy to be off mandatory OT.
Well, I reckon more practiced philosophers than I can debate that one!
So, no fog this morning. But the clouds on the horizon were thin enough to see the sun, yet thick enough to make our daystar a big, round, RED ball, climbing up through the grayish-blue and gilding with fierce gold the proper clouds above. Another morning where a split or graduated neutral-density filter would’ve come in handy. On the other hand, I kind of favor underexposing just a bit, so as to bring out how vivid the colors really were.