There are people amongst us that go to bed at 9 p.m.

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I have always marveled at these people.   I seem to catch 2nd, 3rd, and 4th winds after dinner.  I can't imagine being able to physically fall asleep at 9 p.m.

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When I was self-employed for most of my working career, this was not a problem.  Now that I am not as flexible with my own hours, I need to get to bed at a decent time.  This usually translates to somewhere around 10:30 which translates to never sleeping for 8 hours during the work week.  And I'm an 8 hours kinda girl.

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This week in particular, I was <em>exhausted</em>.

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First of all, I am nearly half-way through my <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/" target="_blank"><strong>365 project</strong></a>.  Everyone's first question when they hear about the project is, "HOW can you keep up with that?"

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I'm not sure how, but I do.  And sometimes I get really, <em>really </em>tired.

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Secondly,  I stayed up late a few evenings this week with Mr. Tall Drink of Water.  I can't think of a better reason for feeling tired the next day, but...

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On Day 179, I was so bone-numbingly tired, that I arrived home from work and realized that I forgot (and then quickly remembered, thankfully), to live my "blog day".  In fact, I had no recollection whatsoever as to what soul-scintillating activity I was to "live" on this day.

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I ran to my Franklin-Covey planner in a panic.  (Yes, I still have one and I'm holding on to it for dear life.)

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My entry for the day was actually something quite easy which I could have injected into my evening routine for a bit of inspiration of fun.  However, I decided to reschedule for next week and substitute the day's activity with the Earliest Bedtime of My Life.

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When I am so worn out that I'm losing track of the important stuff, nothing could be more soul-scintillating than a drastic sleep intervention.

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I told myself that

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