Yesterday morning, I had to be woken by Keith at 7.45, today, it was 7.30, even though I had not had any late nights this week and have not had any great problems sleeping during the night. The fact is that, at the moment, I could sleep for England (all-right, Wales then - or both!)
I have long been of the opinion that humans should be able to hibernate during the winter - as in stay in, watch TV and videos, read etc. but as that is not a viable choice unless you happen to have won the lottery, I have to get up in the morning and go to work and, to be fair, I haven't had a major problem with this in previous years. This time last year, I was getting up at 5.30am and leaving at 6.30 to slug it down the motorway to Liverpool every day. Now I struggle to open my eyes before 7.30!
Mind you, this week, there is an extra factor. In my Gestalt course, talk last weekend turned to dreaming. Gestalt counsellors do sometimes work with the client's dreams but my problem is that I rarely remember any, so it was suggested that I keep a pad and pen by my bedside and jot down anything I can remember when I wake up. So far, so good, but I have a habit of waking up several times during the night, which meant that I was waking up, suddenly remembering that I should be making notes on any dreams I had had and then lying there trying to recall fast dissipating images from Dreamworld or worrying because I couldn't remember anything, which might mean that I hadn't been dreaming or, maybe, that my dreams were so boring that they vanished instantly from my subconscious.
Which is worse, I ask myself - not dreaming at all or having boring dreams?
AND will I eventually get so good at recalling my dreams that I spend half the night awake and writing copious notes about them - in which case I still won't be able to get up in the morning. Maybe I'd better just keep on doing the Lottery!