Unable to sleep as Monday approaches, the weight of last week’s unfinished business pushing up against the imaginary wall that separates one week from the next like rising water against a dam. Why are Sunday nights always like this? The only night I consistently have trouble sleeping.
So I teach myself some Son Volt songs by using the Online Guitar Archive, a resource that has changed the lives of bedroom guitarists everywhere. And then I improvise a song I’ll call “The Insomniac Waltz.” Am and G for the verses. C, Em, and D for the chorus.
Tomorrow night at 7:00 is my first official lesson. And yes, the first song I ever learned was, in fact, “Stairway to Heaven” back in 1981 or 1982.
On the other side of my life, in one class tomorrow we’ll be discussing late medieval mystery plays, and in the other we continue our discussion of Samuel Richardson’s Pamela (1740).
I have trouble sleeping on Sunday night, too. I think it’s because I’m so conscious of the week ahead, that the weekend breaks my routine just enough.
Last night, I went jogging around 9:30PM and that seemed to help a lot. I showered and read for a while, but by 12:30 or so (early for me), I was feeling pretty tired.
Exercise on Sunday night is a good idea. I think it’s probably also related to the fact that I stay up late and sleep in late on the weekend, so my body is not yet ready to get back in sync.
Being a night owl; Or, yet another reason why I don’t drive
So, I wasn’t the only one staying up too late Sunday night. George couldn’t get to sleep and blogged, “Why are Sunday nights always like this?” I think I’ve been partially sleep-deprived since high school. Then I could get by