I always thought that as you grew older you would sleep less.
Not true, so far, for me.
I could, but seldom do, sleep 12 hours.
I normally go to sleep after 11:30 p.m. and don't wake up, unless I set the clock, at 10 a.m. or so.
And I love sleeping.
Bern gets up between 7 and 8 and has a couple of hours by herself (with Bridget, of course) and drinks lots of coffee and is ready for me when I get up.
I have dreams much of the time--very pleasant and relaxing. Usually I'm working on something--like a puzzle and getting it more or less right. But it's not a puzzle on a page or in a game, but something very meaningful, though I never know what the meaning is.
Stuff like that.
I could, but seldom do, take a nap as well. But I don't unless I have to get up at 7 a.m. or so.
I love napping too.
I sleep with a C-path machine since I have sleep apnea (however you spell it, my spell check suggested weird replacements.)
I even love my mask and the 14 pounds of pressure it gives me. I never have sinus congestion at night though I often do in the day. Maybe I should figure out how to wear the mask all the time--it would take a miles and miles long extension cord though.
Any way, have a nice sleep and pleasant, puzzle solving dreams.
Good night. Sleep tight. And don't let the bed bugs bite.
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