I was blessed to become the mother of four babies. At one time or another, at least two of them got their days and nights switched around. They wanted to sleep during daylight hours and were wide awake, happy, smiling and wanting to play at 2 AM.
It seems I have reverted to the behavior of those babies. I suppose I can blame some of it on being retired and living alone. I no longer need to keep "office hours." Nobody tells me it is time to get up or time to go to bed. I can nap whenever I feel tired. I can stay up all night if I am not tired. And I do.
It is not all bad. There are no revving of engines or honking of horns in the street outside my windows in the middle of the night. There are no delivery trucks in the alley alongside my building. The bar patrons have gone home. Aside from the occasional train going past on the tracks a half a block away, the city is peaceful at 3 AM. I like that.
It is 2:30 AM. My second load of laundry is swooshing away in the washer and the dryer is humming along. I am slowly but surely moving my home canned fruit and soups from the bedroom shelves to the ones in the living room, and arranging the meat and vegetables on the bedroom shelves.
I take frequent breaks. I can not be on my feet for more than 15 minutes at a time without feeling pain in my back and legs. So I use this down time to write blog posts or watch videos or read. The sit-down time is also used to make out my grocery order and decide what I need to can or dehydrate next week. I do online research to find the items I need to get to round out my preps and make a list to send with Duane or Lori the next time they are going shopping. They are so good to pick up what I need.
My sewing mojo seems to have left me, but I have been pinning together quilt pieces, getting them ready for the sewing machine. Perhaps by the weekend I will be inspired to sew them together. Lori has said she will take me to the fabric store for quilt batting and fabric for the backs of my quilts. We will do that when the weather is warmer and when I have my walker. I don't think the fabric store has those handicap motorized carts, so it is necessary to wait until my walker arrives. It will be nice to be able to get out and about again.
Maybe by then my days and nights will be back where they should be. This weekend we start Daylight Savings Time, so that might help. Maybe. At any rate, I guess it really doesn't matter when a person sleeps or when they are up and about. This should come as no great surprise to me as I have never been one to do things strictly by the book anyway. :)
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