Haven’t been reading as religiously as usual. New Media playing..er, I mean working…and the Christmas rush with framing in the shop have put some serious dents in my scheduled relaxing reading time. Also, I suppose, the hibernation syndrome.
Every year around October, November, depending on the weather, my internal clock goes a bit screwy and my sleep pattern is warped around to no particular routine. If I can avoid watching TV unless I’m doing something on the computer, I could easily fall asleep on the couch by 7 pm. Of course, I’ll wake at midnight, stay up till three, and sneak into bed. I also tend to eat more around this time of year, as if to put on a layer of fat to hold me through the winter’s nap. Truly, I believe I’m a throwback to a more natural time in earth’s history when nine to five meant absolutely nothing and winters without the benefit of fur were spent huddled in an underground cave (I do put the blankets over my head).
So my reading is progressing at a couple pages a day at the most, though I hope to allot more time now that I’m aware of what’s happening.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
The same things happen to me. My sleep patterns are disturbed, I put on weight, and I find myself so tired at 8:00 PM that I cannot do any sort of productive work.
100,000 years of tribal memory, perhaps?
Ah, a fellow hibernator! Don’t you wish they’d just let us take a few months and sleep through Winter? We’d awake with a roar in Spring and be wonderfully creative and full of energy.