I don’t remember the last time I slept like that and I am unsure of why it happened this morning. I normally at least get woken up by my alarm, and then I turn it off. This morning I was just out, and I didn’t wake up until suddenly I was alone in the house.
The boys were off to the bus stop and no one needed me to keep the house on schedule. I am certain the lesson from this shouldn’t be to sleep in more often or to no longer help with getting the kids ready in the morning, and maybe it is because the house is no starting to respect schedules that everything happened.
I don’t know, but I do know it feels weird getting this late a start on the day. I have no idea what I am doing with myself and am still half asleep. No idea why on this day of all days my body decided it needed extra rest and why my brain still feels heavy. It feels like my head is about to fall on the keyboard and my hands are having trouble hitting the right keys.
It could be an accumulation of stress because it isn’t work catching up with me. I don’t really do anything for work. I sit at a keyboard and do stuff and then things happen. I am not out on the streets walking dogs any more. I am in offices working on computers to hopefully get people to call us so we can have people walk their dogs.
It feels like time is moving really slow this morning. I can’t say why, but I normally only have a minute left when I get to this point in the writing and it has felt like I am typing slow, but the clock is moving slower. I am unsure what is happening. This could still be a dream. Perhaps I am that tired, but what made me that tired?
I wish I knew the answer to that. I am going to go with accumulated stress and my body deciding I needed to sleep more. Normally stress has the opposite effect and I sleep less. Wake up at 2:00 AM and stuff like that. Not sleep until almost 8:00 and then wake up still asleep and unsure if I am in reality.
The clock continues to move slow. I might have set my timer on metric time this morning. This is something. I have found myself at a loss for words and yet words still appear on the screen. I might need to go back to bed, or I can get on with my day and get work done in the office when I get there. That is what will happen. The day must go on.
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