WARNING: This may be the most boring thing I've ever posted to this blog.
I went to bed at approximately 1am this morning. I intended to wake up at 9am.
I actually woke up at 12:30pm.
It's not often that I sleep for almost 12 hours. Apparently I needed it.
Sleep is a funny thing. I have come to appreciate the beauty of God's design for our bodies, that we have to sleep for a bout 1/3 of our lives. It's humbling, to know that the world keeps spinning, life keeps moving while we are completely helpless to do anything about it.
I think several factors contributed to my ability to sleep so long. I was in a hammock. I have slept in a hammock for most of the last 4 years, and it is much more comfortable for me at this point than a bed. My current living situation has me sleeping on a mattress on the floor 6 days each week, and in a hammock once a week. When I sleep on my bed at my house, the noise of the city outside my window keeps me from sleeping much past 8 or 9, though I usually lay in bed a bit longer thinking and praying or pretending to sleep. And the past few weeks my one day of sleeping in a hammock has not been as restful because I've only had one little blanket. I'm used to being able to entirely cocoon myself in a sheet and blanket -- that's how I'm most comfortable, wrapped up entirely head to foot. But the blanket I borrowed from my former roommate didn't allow me to be completely covered. Last night, however, Belinda lent me an additional sheet (which may be the most comfortable sheet ever crafted by man -- I think it was a 'jersey' sheet). And I slept.
Today I feel fantastic, better rested than I've been in a long time.