My circadian rhythm is blown out again, which is why I’m sitting here in the middle of the night working. And blogging while a huge pile of files upload to a remote server. Shit shit shit, shit shit.
I guess I’m just sleep defective. My sleep patterns were just regular as clockwork until I worked a brutal rotating shift for a few years in the Air Force, but ever since then it’s been an unending battle. That rotating shift was a real stinker. Each cycle started with two 4:30PM to midnight shifts, followed by two midnight to 7:30AM shifts, then two 7:30AM to 4:30PM shifts, and three days off. Most of us were yawning zombies most of the time. It wasn’t entirely uncommon to see a guy come walking into the shop, stop with a confused look on his face, and then realize that it was his day off or his shift started eight hours later. Which might not have been all that bad if our site weren’t way the hell out in the woods some 35 miles off of the main base.
I’ve been fighting my broken circadian rhythm for more than 30 years now, and I’m tempted to just say fuck it and let my body decide when it wants sleep and when it wants to arise again. I worry that doing that might leave me nocturnal, which would be very inconvenient. I was mostly nocturnal for a while after starting my business, going to bed around sunrise and rising in the early afternoon, but that was mainly to minimize the ex-wife’s opportunities to interrupt my work. The rule then, as now, was that if the office door is open come on in, and if it’s closed don’t even knock unless it’s a genuine emergency. She never did get that one figured out, or maybe she just liked to be yelled at for breaking my concentration to ask me if I had heard the news about some event I couldn’t have cared any less about.
I really did like being mostly nocturnal, though. The world was quiet in the middle of the night, and the internet’s geekiest people were all awake and doing their things. Now it’d be inconvenient. Amethyst works from 4:30AM to 11AM, and during winter I drive her to and from work because she’s not keen on snow driving. I’d never get enough sleep.
Ah, fuck it. I’m going to bed now. I’ll probably rise just in time to pick Amethyst up from work, then nap a bit after returning home. And tell my sweet wife Happy Anniversary. We were married just nine years ago today. If we’d married on the date printed on our first wedding invitations we’d be less than a month shy of our 34th anniversary. Live and learn, eh?
Be well, friends and neighbors!