Awake on a Sunday morning

A couple of days ago OM inquired as to exactly how I could be posting early in the mornings, especially since she herself tended to be either far too busy with her son, or far more determine to sleep some more, to want to do anything in the way of writing at 8 a.m.

And the truth of it is, I seem to have lost the ability to sleep in. It's a little disturbing to me. Sleeping in until 10 or 11 a.m., hell even until noon, was something I enjoyed. I was really good at it. So good that I converted Cathy to the cause. When we first started going out, she used to dliligently be up at 8 a.m. or so, even on weekends. Now it's 10 a.m. on a Sunday and she's still sound asleep. I've been up for about 45 minutes.

This is concerning for me. They say the older you get, the less sleep you need. I used to enjoy a solid 10 hours some nights. These days eight hours or so is not a bad accomplishment.

So rather than blaming it on me getting old, I'm going to blame it on our bed.

As has been mentioned frequently, we live in government subsidized housing. And with this housing comes furniture. That includes a double bed which is just barely big enough for the two of us to sleep on. So either the slightly cramped quarters or the quality of the mattress means that after about eight hours, my back locks up. So I can certainly still lie in bed, but all it means is discomfort and waking up Cathy with my tossing and turning.

So here I sit in the living room, awake on a Sunday morning. I feel so ashamed.

I'd test this out when we go home for Christmas, but I suspect the sleeping arrangements are going to be strange enough when we go home. Nothing like being a married couple coming home for the first time with no apartment and having to crash at your parents. But which parents and for how long?

Should be fun...not with so much going on I'll be getting much in the way of sleep anyway...