A full night’s sleep: a blessing denied

I’m finding myself thinking a lot these days about days of old or is it days when I was younger. In case you’re thinking that I’m longing for days gone by, no that’s not it. Lately, I’ve been thinking about something the old folks used to say about not being able to sleep much at night. What happened to those old folks? Wait a minute, I think any mirror makes it very clear who they are now. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been able to rest my head on my pillow, dose off quickly and rise rested and charged up seven eight hours later, without any interruptions during the night.

Uninterrupted sleep during the night would be a much welcome gift. If you’re reading this and you have reached an age of vintage, you probably know of which speak. I’m not going to get into the stuff about visits to that room adjacent to your bedroom or just across the hall. No. I don’t want to be that personal. But I do want to talk about my uncanny ability to catnap during the night. I usually miss the ten o’clock news each night. My bed waits to greet me every night at 10:00. I think it knows I’m coming. Usually, my proverbial rubber band has become completely unwound by this time and I must address the sheets whether I’m sleepy or not. Soon as my head hits the pillows, I’m wide awake.

Let’s get back to catnapping. For some reason, I sleep, without failing, in two-hour increments every night. At the end of each two-hour nap, I’m challenged to get back to sleep. Of course, the amount of sleep I get overall depends on when I take the first nap. A while back, I decided to take the advice of Google and stop gazing into the blue screen when I first get into bed. You know all the sage advice you get about shifting into rest mode the minute you get into bed, not over stimulating yourself with digital devices. If it’s on the internet, it must be good advice, right? Well, that didn’t work. Without reading downloaded books, watching some streamed movie, or playing a video game, I found myself simply gazing onto the dark for what seemed like hours.

I’ve concluded that sleeping all night without interruption is a blessing old folks don’t enjoy, at least not this old person. Maybe the old folks I used to hear saying this had it right. Maybe my circadian rhythms have lost their rhythm. Until and if they ever get back on track, I’ll continue to use those intervals of being awake at night solving all the problems of the world and thinking about what I might blog about the next morning. In the meantime, I think the sheep are tired of me counting them. They would like to go to go to sleep.

I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.

One thought on “A full night’s sleep: a blessing denied

  1. JLem September 6, 2021 / 5:34 pm

    Oldandblessed, I have the same issues, but not on a regular basis. I find it, throughout our day, our mind and ego collaborates and try to set our daily schedule. And it seems that the present moment is never included. So wen it’s time for your head to hit that pillow, you’re mentally all over the place. Everywhere except for the moment; wen it’s time to rest.

    I find solitude to be my best remedy. However way you find inner peace, before bed and to lead your day off. I believe your average sleep time will most certainly increase.

    I personally, have absolute rest and re-energize the next morning. It’s not a hundred percent, but it works for me. Now, I consume anywhere from 80-100 ozs of water daily. Wen I hit a 100 ozs or better, the sleep interruption starts in roughly three hour segments. And I hate wen that happens. But I guess, as you say, is what happens wen you reach our age. I have one more year to enjoy that sexagenarian term limit. I am guessing you are still enjoying the age of septuagenarian. Without a doubt professor, I am certain you will conquer your restless nights. Thanx for sharing.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.