Here’s the problem. I stay up late anyway, got age-related insomnia. I suspect.
But yesterday, was out and about, without access to my awesome well water and the city water was pukable. So, thinking I was wise in my own eyes, I made a gallon of tea and drank the whole thing. The entire morning, afternoon, and evening.
Which meant a lot of er, interruptions. Add to that, multi-tasking at lightspeed, dancing to rap (which I highly dislike), then on social media, hush… while typing without looking at my computer, and wide, wide awake until 3:30 a.m.
Well, after all the fun below it was 4:30 a.m.
Thankfully, no sugar was added to this or things might have been much worse. Still, had upset tummy from this and after trying to get hubby to stop snoring and my tummy under control, headed for the way-too-short couch to sleep. Then comes hubby bright-eyed at 7 a.m.
“Whatcha doin’ out here?” or some such. I mumbled something and felt well enough to plant my face into bed. Needless to say I slept like the dead. Coming off a clearcut high and crashing.
I’ve never had illicit drugs (or legit drugs that do this) but wowsa if this is like what drug addicts go through, then my heart goes out to those jonesing. Kind of like what I am doing for just a hit of tea.
Should I find a twelve-step program? “Hi. My name is Claire and I am addicted to Lipton tea.” Would that fly?
So, when I did drag myself from the bed I ended up drinking 2 pots of coffee, not 2 cups.
That was a zone I have never experienced before, and will probably never do this ever, ever again. With the exception of finishing off that one… glass… of tea.