The Old Man Speaks...

Another seven days, and what do I get, Another week older and deeper in debt, St Peter don't call, 'cause I can't go... I owe Peter, who I borrowed from to pay Paul, And I owe Paul for the money he lent me to pay Mary... (I am talking sleep debt…I am going to go narcoleptic soon!!) I have yet to feel like I am even starting to get ready to begin to maybe think about possibly returning to this time zone, even though I have now been back as long as I was gone. I go to bed at a decent time each night, and though I occasionally take a few minutes to turn off my brain, in general I am in bed/asleep the proper amount of time. But I have not woken up feeling refreshed, or that I got enough sleep for…well…forever. I usually don’t have a lot of trouble (if any) getting up to go to work, I just do so in somewhat of a fog.. I admit that Sunday are going to be a bit hard. I don't begrudge the Lord, or his Church, my time, talent and efforts, I just am going to miss the family time that really only happens on Sunday. Every other day is filled with school, and homework, and chores, and this, and that, and the other thing. Sunday mornings are going to be fun...I had to be a Church before 6:00am this morning...and I found out that I will have to be at Church before 6:00am every Sunday...and it was WAY hard to get out of bed when my body knew, somehow just KNEW that is was Sunday, and not a weekday, and to make matters worse... - First, it was COLD this morning...I haven't switched on the central heat yet. - Second, I just could NOT fall asleep last night. - Third, I woke up more than once during the less than five hours I was actually “asleep”. I know, “Waaaaah!” - I woke up SO tired! Unfortunately this is becoming my theme song as of late. Okay, so that is all for this post... Sorry it is so short. More later...