Early to Bed, Early to Rise
When we left on this trip, I was sure that no matter what else happened, we'd get plenty of sleep. After all, we're just wandering around the country, looking at interesting places, and doing whatever we like. And, trust me, CKL and I like sleep.
As with so many other things in life, however, this trip is all about choosing the highest priority. After making sure that the cats are okay, our highest priority is to see each place we visit. So I've been sleep-deprived for weeks.
This family reunion hasn't helped with that. It may be a relaxed visit, but we've got a long commute. While my brother did offer to let us stay with him, his dogs have been known to kill cats. Instead, we're staying in the closest hotel that has running water in the room and also accepts cats (things that were available in closer places, but not at the same time.)
This puts us an hour away from the family. We usually get back to the room well after midnight and to bed at least an hour after that. Last night, however, our need for clean clothes compelled us to be back at the hotel while the laundry room was still open. So I got to go to bed right after dinner.
This morning, I woke up a good hour before the alarm. I was happy, not cranky. I've even had time to play with the cats, review a script, and do some reading. I forgot how nice it was not to have to rush to get out the door.
Ben Franklin might have something there.