4 am and I’m wide awake. Fuckin’ cortisol…
After laying in bed, tossing and turning for an hour and the entirety of Jazz At The Pawnshop 3 failing to lull me back to sleep, I finally decided to just get up. Apparently both pups also needed to go out, so it was apparently meant to be. I heard Sophie in the kitchen attacking her empty bowl, so I also fed her. (Raffi had already gone back to bed.)
At this point I think I’m up for the day. But one of the nice things about retirement is I have nothing on my schedule today, so if I need a nap calls…
Count yourself lucky…I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since 2006.
Without the Jazz or the Cortisol, it’s probably a familiar situation for most ‘men of a certain age’. Getting up at 4 or 5 a.m. to pee and then going back to bed. Not to anyone that I know, of course.