I didn’t celebrate at midnight last night; I saw no compelling reason to stay awake for the new year. So, at eleven o’clock, I decided to go to bed.
At three-thirty, I got up. It’s now approaching four-thirty. I’ve been trying to decide whether to go back to bed to attempt to get some sleep I desperately need, or to give in to wakefulness and make a cup of coffee.
For once, I think I’ll accept that my body needs sleep more than it needs coffee, at least for the moment. I do so hope I can sleep, because I have to be awake and alert when the yard guy comes in just a few hours.
This is the year I’ll take charge of my sleeping habits.