4 am editing

I don’t always sleep well.  I wake up at all hours of the night.  The worst time to wake up is 4 am.  It doesn’t leave a lot of time to fall back asleep and get up on time for work.

Sometimes, I attempt to edit blog posts that I have started and haven’t published.  I can’t sleep, so I may as well be productive, right?

The problem with early morning editing is that I am not usually awake enough to be coherent.  I usually have to edit again once I’m fully awake.  I have had a few slip through and I have friends kind enough to point the errors out, or they ignore the errors.  If they are pointed out, I do attempt to fix the errors.  That’s what friends are for, right?


Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!


(sleeping in two shifts)

The above linked article talks about sleeping in shifts.  People used to sleep when it got dark, and sleep for a few hours.  Then they’d get up and do something.  Pray, meditate, have sex, etc.  Then, the second phase of sleep would begin and last until morning.

It was not until recently that people tried to sleep through the night.  Plus, they were able to stay up later, because of modern lighting.

I have been thinking about this article and I wonder if what we currently call insomnia is just our bodies going into natural sleep patterns.  Now, in the gap between first and second sleep, we have the option to do more things, because we can see what is going on.  TV, reading, etc.  Are we supposed to be waking fully and doing these things, naturally?  The article was very interesting to me.  It is worth reading.


Usually, my alarm is set for 6:30 am on a weekday. I am usually awake before then, but it is a reminder to stop reading or whatever and get ready for work.

Inky, my nap buddy, feline alarm clock, etc, doesn’t have a watch. We thought about it, but, since she can’t tell time, there really isn’t much point in getting her one.

Occasionally, both cats team up and wake me to tell me that they are starving at 4:30 am. We have almost solved this problem by giving them dinner as the last person goes to bed.

Inky now has a new trick. At 6:28 am, she jumps from the bedroom door onto my bladder. I don’t even look at the clock, because I know exactly what time it is. Today, I was supposed to be able to sleep in until 9:30. Nope. 6:28 was it. Thanks, Inky.

An urgent nap at 4 am

It was 4 am. I was sound asleep. Suddenly, there is pressure behind my knees, which woke me. The next thing I know, I have a 14 pound ball of fur attempting to snuggle up under my chin and climb under the blanket. I wiggled her in until I was comfortable and we both went to sleep. I thought. Ten minutes later, she decided to climb out and nap on my back, putting pressure on my bladder.

I stayed like that for a while, then I couldn’t wait to take the pressure off the bladder. I moved the napper and wandered off to the bathroom, got water, and went back to bed. The napper decided that the nap wasn’t as urgent anymore and got water of her own.

Now we’re both awake. I am going to read a bit, but I’m assuming that as soon as I fall asleep again, her nap will become urgent again.