5:30am...Time to Get Up...

07/05/2009

Here I sit in the family room of the Massie house.  It is now 8:52 and I am the only one up.  At this very moment there are eleven people in the house, and I am the only one up.  Not a creature is stirring, not even the cat or the dog.

There must be something wrong with me.  Why, at 5:30 this morning was I lying in the bed wide awake.  It was after eleven last night when I finally announced to the non-sleepy members and guests of this family that I was going to bed.  I am not sure how long it took for everyone else to peter out, but I was at least an hour or more beyond my limit and I couldn’t take it anymore.  Now, three and a half hours after getting up, having been to Starbucks, done an hour on the treadmill, I am still the only one with open eyes, and while it is very nice to sit here in this totally quiet house, what does this say about me that I cannot sleep past 5:30 in the morning?

Personally, I think sleeping is a waste of time.  I am really not living when I sleep.  I accomplish nothing in the prone position, eyes closed, dreaming…nothing at all.  However, on the opposite side of reposing, when I am awake I accomplish very little it seems, but at least a little is something.

And that is all I have to say about that…