So Jess pointed out to me that I have now been on this sleep schedule for 3 weeks.  For some reason I had been thinking this was my second week.

I don’t feel that I’ve fully adjusted yet.  The average is 2 weeks, but I’ve had a lot of "accidents" where I’ve slept in.  My naps are definitely getting into REM now, but I’m still waking up groggy rather than refreshed, and between certain naps it is very difficult to stay awake.

As cool as it is to have 21-22 free hours per day, I probably won’t do this past the end of March.  I miss sleeping for the sake of sleeping, and being able to curl up comfortably without worrying about whether or not I’m going to fall asleep.

Plus, if you don’t have a lot to do, you can get VERY bored.  And that just isn’t fun.  And you can’t just sleep it off.

Switching back to a "normal" schedule will be tough, so I may still opt for a different pattern.  I’m thinking the "Siesta" model will work for me.

I’ll probably switch back to this schedule for the month of July this summer.  This way I can have plenty of free time for catching up with friends and family, but also enough time to get my work done.  But we’ll see how the rest of this month goes. 

I was in a house that was a cross betwen The Cottage, Yiayia & Papoo’s house, and some kind of factory.

This one went quickly, so there’s not much to tell.

We had been preparing some kind of big dinner, and I wanted to contribute, so I got buckets full of brussell sprouts (yep – brussel sprouts).

I was planning on making them special…  But it rained and something else weird was going on.  Anyway, dinner came around and Dad, Mom, Laura and Yiayia were all there.  Dad had to go do something so he took off.  Meanwhile I went to go get my buckets (now that i had the time) – it was time to make my food and prove myself!

But here’s where it gets weird (okay, maybe it got weird at brussell sprouts).  The buckets were on rafters that jutted out from the second floor, out over the sidewalk.  But they were hinged, and had ropes and pullies everywhere (the whole place looked like backstage of a theater).

I was going to walk out and carry them back, but Mom pulled the right rope and gently started lowering them down.  I acted like I wanted to do it my way, but this way was much better, and I had secretly wanted to do it that way anyways.

Oh yeah – and it was raining.

Then I woke up.  The sprouts could have also been potatoes or pickels…   you know how the feeling of dreams changes often and at weird times.

So I guess maybe tonight I’ll boil up a big bucket o’ brussells!  (or maybe not)