Today, I give thanks for sweet, blessed sleep, which I didn't get quite enough of last night, but which I think I'm actually getting better at recently.
I've always been a pretty sound sleeper, but a fickle one, finding sleep elusive at bedtime, and requrung of significant coersion and sneaky tricks in order for it to drop by. But, wow, is it great.
Sleep is this magical thing that happens that makes everything better. It makes me smarter. It makes me kinder. It makes me friendlier, funnier, and more forgiving. Getting enough sleep makes me happier, physically more comfortable, emotionally more resilient, and causes me to poop gold leaf. Okay, not that last thing, but sometimes I feel like I am enhanced with magic powers when I'm well rested.
Sleep is also easy to take for granted, especially as a person who doesn't have kids. But this year, I'm learning a new trick that's making sleep and me get along a lot better, and it's awesome, so it's like having a renaissance of our little sleepy love affair.
I think I'm gonna go take it to bed right now, thankfully. G'night!