It’s an odd ol’ thing. I’ve been abusing it for years, going to bed at 4am, getting up at 9.53am to start work at 10am. Napping from 1pm to 2pm. Work some more. Another nap from 6pm to 7pm. Ad-hoc micro napping. Gorilla slumbering. Sporadic snoozing.

This had been pretty much my cycle for 6 bleary years. And it worked well for me. I’d made my peace with it. I’d become a sort of human-cat hybrid except without their cuteness, flexibility, sharp vision, fur (mostly) and ability to always land on my feet (usually land on my face).

But now I have a DAY JOB. It’s goodbye working from home, goodbye flexi-time, goodbye midday naps, and hello commuting misery, hello mornings cold enough to slice your extremities off, hello workmates who come in to cough and sneeze all over you, and to top it off…. I have to get to bed by midnight. Midnight! What am I, 9 years old? NOW I remember why everyone complains about it. You get home, eat, scratch your ear, then it’s time for bed. WhatInTheWhatNow? Where’s my Travors time gone?! Where’s my life gone?! Where are my pants gone?*

Meh. I’d probably only waste it anyway (Ref: My 20s).

*Possibly unrelated.