Woke up at 2:30 am today. I had actually dreamt about a gargantuan nest egg, which left me thinking about all the things I have in store for the next big experiment: retirement. Books I want to write and other grand aspirations. Usually, dry itchy skin wakes me up in the middle of the night. In this case, I was sitting on $2B (maybe it was just $2M) of unrealized capital gains.
So I’m thinking in bed, and this, of course, is never conducive to falling asleep. One of the consultants I work with is fond of saying, “There’s plenty of time to sleep when I’m dead.” My unspoken retort to this is, “If I don’t get enough sleep, I’ll go to an early grave.” This guy gets up insanely early to run, and he completed a marathon not long ago. Two of my less athletic colleagues, on the other hand, regularly get to work at 6:00 am, and I get the impression that they get 5-6 hours of sleep. I’m convinced I can pull that off, too. I get up just after 3:00, and incredibly, BK is already up and hunting what turns out to be a small roach. Squish. Brushed and spent quality time with both cats. The best way to start the day. Gonna do an early morning workout (possibly the first one in a year as I had to switch to evening exercise when I started this job) and then make breakfast. Maybe get some reading in. Then hit the grocery store for fruit and yogurt before getting into the office super early. 3:40. Time for push-ups.
Whoa. Been composing comments on news blogs, and it is now well after 5:00. Guess I’ll skip reading a book this morning. Less than 5 hours of sleep for me. Should be an interesting day.
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So, don’t leave us hanging!
Did you survive the day with less sleep than you wanted?
Did you file a patent that’s going to net you the $2B of capital gains without your having to lift a finger?
Enquiring minds want to know!
I skipped the grocery store run and ended up getting into the office at 6:40. After a very constructive day, I felt like I was going to fall asleep at my desk by 3:00 pm. We early birds bolted the office at 3:30. Did some shopping after dinner and then plowed through two Spanish lessons last night before hitting the sack at 9:30. This morning, I slept until 6:40, which is pretty late for me, especially since we have a not-optional 7:30 am status meeting on Wednesdays. I made it in at 8:00, and my managers were amused since I had told them yesterday about my self-imposed experiment in sleep deprivation. “Guess you won’t be doing that again!”
Shortly after moving to Texas, I often obsessed about making subway connections in my dreams, especially the Broadway-Lafayette F stop. My dreaming about capital gains was not entirely surprising since I had been working on taxes for the last three days.