Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Mind over body
This week I have had to police my sleep. You know how once in a while your sleep gets dodgy (to borrow a word from my Australian-speaking sister-in-law, Nat). Last week and the week before that, my body was pulling this thing on me, I would wake up every night in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I would go back to sleep and sometimes I could not.
Often the book would be roiling around in my subconsciousness. I would be rearranging some chapter in my mind. It is not funny how often I wake up thinking about Leonard Pennario. It is as if he has taken residence inside my head.
It's not as if it is always a drag when you wake up in the middle of the night. Remember the business about Andy Warhol and cooking a chicken inside a squash?
But after a week or so you have had enough. So this week, there have been some changes made.
For a week now I have been getting up at 6 a.m. I mean, usually I get up pretty early anyway, but now I am being absolutely consistent. I even put the alarm clock, i.e. my cell phone, across the room so I have to get up.
Sometimes that is agony. It is like being born! One minute you are all warm and comfortable. And the next minute: Waaaaah!
Yesterday I was a complete zombie and it was not pretty.
But I will tell you one thing, I no longer wake up in the middle of the night.
Sometimes you have to show yourself who is boss.