Slept well last night, right up until about 3:45, at which point Busy Brain took over. I mistyped that as “Busy Brian,” which sounds like one of those horror characters that has a half-believable half-creepy children’s mascot names.
Operation Don’t Get Up is in full effect; originally a hedge against the cat (who’s gotten better, broadly speaking, but not perfect) it’s now something that chugs along for busy brain as well.
The instinct is to get up. Get something done, do some reading. Most importantly distract myself! Get my mind off whatever is stuck in it.
But I’m fighting to stay in bed. It doesn’t usually result in more meaningful sleep. In fact, I’m not sure why I’m doing it, except to make sure the cat stays trained. Does it help? It certainly results in more stewin’ time. Sometimes it leads to good ideas, action plans, and stress reduction. Other times it just means more time fretting about stuff.
The weird thing is, it’s not even bad things half the time. It’s just… things. It’s a busy life, with a lot of moving parts, and my brain just seizes on one thing or another and says “wake up, let’s turn this over for a while.”
It’s not the worst thing in the world. It is something I’d like to work on, though. Seven or eight hours of sleep is better than six and an hour of lying there thinking. I’m not sure how to work on it, though.