Last night I slept 11 hours. Granted, the night before I didn’t sleep well at all, and I took a benedryl last night to ensure I would get a full night’s sleep, but for me to sleep for 11 hours straight, without waking up once speaks to a much deeper level of tired than mere sleep deprivation. It’s happened before when I’ve been on retreat. The first day or so I’m fine, then as I settle in, the exhaustion hits. It’s not the exhaustion of being on retreat, but it’s like something on a deeper level just allows itself to let go and rest. So, this being my third day off in row (something I haven’t had in a very long time), it makes sense that I would go down for the count for 11 full hours.
So, today, the sun is finally making an appearance for the first time in a week, maybe more. Perhaps with the help of another cup of coffee I can be a productive citizen. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll just curl back up in the comfy chair and read some more. It’s all good.