I got an almost entire night’s sleep last night and rather than being wide awake and ready to run, I feel like going back to bed and doing it for another 10 or 12-hours.
Sleep deficit builds. I’ve been working on this sleep deficit since my son was born in 1969. Now that I’m beginning to occasionally get a whole night’s sleep — with interruptions for getting up, adjusting the bed, then drifting back to sleep — I asked Garry if he thought I would ever make up for my 47-year sleep deficit.
He looked at me, one eyebrow up. He looked thoughtful. Contemplative. Then, he spoke.
“No,” he said, and went back to his computer.
There you have it. Not a chance.