Having had a whole day to myself with very little outside contact, I think I know a little more about my sleep problem. I squandered a lot of time today, hour after hour, not doing things that I should have been doing and leaving too much left to do after dark, before I could go to bed. This isnít exactly the revelation of the millennium, but itís probably a good idea to jam a reminder into my consciousness every so often. Thatís the only way the cycle will ever end.
Not that I did anything to end it today, however, even while the idea was taking shape in my mind. Itís hard to justify a day like this, a do-nothing kind of day, when I just had one yesterday. It would be a lot easier to say I needed a day to decompress if Iíd been doing something besides decompressing all weekend. Maybe I needed two days, to get ready face another frantic Monday. If I need three, then Monday will just have to be postponed.