It's 1:41 am. I'm back at my 20yo sleep schedule. This is the stupidest mid-life crisis ever.
For years and years I got up with my kids at 5am. I was sleep deprived all the time but it was way easier than new-infant world so I felt fortunate-ish.
Eventually I ran out of kids. Things went along for a time, mostly normal hours. Then 2am became my new sleeptime. Which was annoying because my bedtime was much earlier.
I'm not stressed. I lay there thinking of nothing for hours. Eventually the ability to sleep shows up. I've often tried to walk it back or forward or jump over it & I might score a couple of days of difference than back I go. 2 am.
Eh, whatever. It's better than Covid.
