(photograph courtesy of Hugo Photographic Productions – he said I looked like a beautiful baby)
Waited. It rained all day.
I did not mean to go to sleep. It just happened. The fire was burning, everyone was safe and fed but not necessarily dry and no turkeys were drowning from looking up into the rain with their mouths open. It really did rain all day. I put my list of work down to get up and make a cup of tea. And then I fell into sleep. Head first.
Sleep is a curious thing. To become unconscious like that without being knocked on the head.How does that even happen. Is there an off button. And if so who pushes it. It really does not look safe. Eyes closed. Vulnerable. I wonder if the ancients slept so long and so hard and so frequently. I think they must have napped more than slept, with one eye open for a predator or danger. How then have we evolved to sleep so frequently (every twelve or fourteen hours and sometimes a siesta in the afternoon as well for much of the world) and so soundly. And if we do not get some sleep every single night our metabolisms begin to topple. We drag and crumble. We whine “I’m tired.” I seldom sleep in the afternoon – this is my prep time for the dinner and the afternoons chores. I send all my workers off for a siesta and then turn the music on and get busy. To sleep is unheard of for me. Yet there is the evidence – I was Dead to the World. I had no idea that Hugo took that photo of me. I was fast asleep. Heard nothing and Saw nothing. Held fast.
I had better get up and get going. Before I fall back to sleep without even starting the day. No excuse for lingering this morning.
I hope you all have a lovely day.