At 1:40AM I arose. Not only awake, but not the least bit sleepy, maybe about 3–4 hours after lights out. Trying to return to sleep based on the clock would be a lost cause. I went downstairs to the kitchen, being a little thirsty as well, poured half a cup of raspberry-lime seltzer, then tackled some dishes. Mostly mugs that had accumulated but also my tall tangerine Swarthmore Latte cup and the beer glass that I bought myself on a tour of the Yuengling Brewery in Pottsville quite a number of years ago. I returned the dry mugs done that afternoon to the closet, repositioned the ones that needed to dry more completely, returned a couple of dinner plates to the closet, and washed another load to include the Latte cup and beer glass, though I no longer had room to wash the porcelain mug with the seltzer and find a drying spot for it in my milchig rack.
Maybe TV would be better. Netflix had a documentary on cats, amusing maybe, entertaining or enlightening, didn't seem so. And The World According to Briggs on YouTube. Looked at live TV. By now the show times were within a few minutes of transitioning to the 3AM listings. Another try at sleep seemed possible, so I shut down TV. On returning to bed, I checked email, for which there was none. Something taboo for me between 11PM and 5:30AM. A personal transgression. Cell phone off. And successful return to sleep. Biological clock nudge at 7AM. Upright at 7:30.
Despite the wee hours, while really not very long, I did not feel sleepy in any way. Everyone is familiar with restorative naps. I wonder if there also might be a parallel restorative wakefulness, a break from sleep and the subconscious mental reframing it entails. Despite the discontinuous nature of last night, I do not feel sleep-deprived. Yet, as a matter of health, longer duration sleep seems more desirable than last night's discontinuous segments, so I'll see what the sages of cyberspace offer as remedies.
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