I've always said that that you need more sleep when you work nights and sleep days. I've been adjusting to deep nights for a couple of weeks.
Yesterday morning I ended my night shift, returned home to my empty house*, and called a buddy. He and his wife had some errands planned today, and invited me to come along for lunch in their new car. I went along, and we enjoyed a beautiful sunny spring Saturday with blue skies and a high about 70 degrees. We had some Asian food, and came back to enjoy a beer and conversation on the back porch. Not wanting to wear out my welcome, I started for home.
On the way home, I thought, why not, while in town, stop for a six pack of good beer? The German deli in town offers a fine selection, and I chose Belgian white, and Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA. (They let you mix six packs there.) As I was checking out, a girl before me walked in and ordered a Reuben sandwich before going to pick out a six pack of IPA. (No, Tamara was not visiting. I looked twice.) I stopped. Why hadn't I remembered that they made them there? The cook said he could get me a Reuben out fast. He did.
Good lord. I can't remember the last time I ate a sandwich that good.
After one IPA, I sat down in my bed to check email, at about 19:30 hours. I had been up for about 26 hours. My belly was full. I had a beer in my belly.
Sometime after midnight I woke up and folded the laptop and put it in the floor.
At a little after 09:30 this morning I woke up. 14 hours? Really? I wouldn't have thought it possible.
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*Wife and kids left Friday to visit relatives for Spring Break/Easter.