Why I only sleep sometimes

-- this was a post that didn't show up from a couple of weeks ago--

I only sleep sometimes

But man, when I do, it's hard core. Not hard core in a porny sort of way, hard core as in dead to the world. For example:
Friend: gee did you feel that 6.2 tremblor last night?
Me: What tremblor?

Being sick is hard work.
Being stressed is hard work.
Keeping secrets is hard work.
Challenging my moral compass is hard work.

After all that hard work, I was exhausted. The kind of exhausted that leads one to put away one's belongings, but in weird places. I really don't know why I thought my cell phone should go onto the top shelf in the refrigerator, yet there it was.

I was tired enough for a good cry, but I didn't want the headache, and it seemed like a poor use of time.
So I went to bed.
I woke up to a glorious spring morning. Granted, there were gale force winds and it was absolutely freezing, or maybe snowing. (Actually, I think it was plum tree flower petals falling like snow). But still it was a sun-shiny morning, the very best kind.

Best of all, when I woke up on my own, I was warm and comfy and not still tired. I wish I could wake up like that every day.

UPDATE: Now that I'm all moved, that was how I woke up this morning as well.