Sometimes I think I don't have any problems that an extra hour of sleep won't cure. Most days I'd be willing to sacrifice an hour of pay for an hour of sleep. Then I snap to and realize that I can't give up an hour of my job without giving up the whole thing. It's just a nasty little fact, and there's no way around it.
On the other hand, I deliberately overslept by an hour and fifteen minutes this morning, and that was after getting to sleep an hour (at least) earlier than usual last night. It's the most complete night's sleep I've had in weeks, and it didn't cost me a cent. I think I might have even got more work done today than usual, but I'm not going to tell anybody that. They wouldn't believe me anyway.
There's one big problem with all this pie-in-the-sky jubilation. I can't go to bed early two nights in a row. I've tried it, and it just doesn't work. Whatever cycle my internal body clock is running on, it doesn't allow for another early night. And I probably can't get away with sleeping late very often, either. I was lucky that the phone didn't ring early today. I'd give up a lot to make that happen every morning, that's for sure.