I find it shows up nearly every week, usually not a spike. It’s more of a cumulative effect, making high-energy weekends or leisurely ones where I can relax my whole self, and do it properly (like a mini-vacation) without the need for naps or stints of work every day as I catch up on what got pushed to the end of the week.
This weekend was no exception to that norm, but still with some twists.
Happy ones, a happy ending of a week rife with some bumpy parts, euphoric highs and more bumpy bits with wretchedly poor sleeps, between adrenaline-pumped evenings when sleep was something I longed for but could not settle into.
As one might predict, the body’s need to make adrenaline falls off in tandem with the energy level.
Actually, there is nothing level about it; somewhere between falling a cliff and a brakeless truck speeding a steep grade.
Equilibrium is achieved, not so easily, but it comes – maybe a bit like recovering from jet lag. My sleep Friday night was virtually non-sleep. I was horizontal, and thank goodness there was a West Wing marathon on one of the cable channels; no worries about dozing off because so many of those episodes are so memorable it’s like time travel to 1999 - 2006. Morning came, a day of work for me and knocking off early to ready myself for Hazel’s company party.
We attended, enjoyed, laughed, got home and to bed without TV amusement for another sleepless night – I was out cold and no doubt be still sleeping soundly when this column published …