Like night and day, I’m telling you. It’s as though I was dead, I swear to God.
Weather-wise we’ve had a real stew these past few weeks, ranging from snow and ice-storms to mild temps and plunging thermometers. I’m only getting about 4.5 hours of sleep a night. My workload has actually increased these days.
But I’m popping out of bed in the early morning, raring to go, as though I’d slept 8 hours.
I ask of you, has anyone else noticed a change? There is no other reason that I can explain the return-to-Tammy phenomenon except for the increase in daylight.
This morning there was a bird chorus, different from the solo performances I’d listened to since November. I skitched, I ran and sang around in my backyard carrying buckets to critters for their early morning feeding and thought I’d even go for an ice skate on the pond if I could squeeze it in before driving my daughter to school. All of this from the same farmer gal that has been merely going through the motions since November. As though I’d been walking around with my hood overtop my hat pulled over my ears and, presto!, I just took it all off and can hear and see again!
I’m so happy I wasn’t deteriorating from some incurable disease, which I was pretty sure was the case.
Vive le soleil!
I was only missing the sun. 🙂