NEVER TOO LATE (a.k.a. Never Too Early) Pts. 1-2

This is one of those posts in which I thought of a fantastic title, (Never Too Late. a.k.a. Never Too Early) and in which I have a general premise or consideration to promote, but which I haven’t a clue how to begin or end.

I have been a ‘night owl’ all my life, or at least as long as I can recall. When I was in high school I was prone to stay up too late on week nights, in spite of what awaited me the next morning, I tended to watch television and read books throughout the night on Friday and Saturday evenings, and slept half the day away.

Of course, as an adult I was forced to reign these tendencies in, since a 40-50 hour work week lay ahead of me each time Monday rolled around. And I was generally successful in my ongoing attempts to ‘hit the hay’ around 11pm and awake at 6 or 7am.

However, (and when you read this word you just have to know something is about to change) the older I get, the more prone I am to revert to my childish ways. As a ‘mature person’ of 67, going on 68, I am semi-retired, and my part-time job position leaves me plenty of latitude for flexible hours and work at home.

It has been said that Benjamin Franklin slept all of four hours a day, (or night) and was perfectly content with this regimen. I can relate. But then, you knew I could.

Never Too Late. Never Too Early.

Yep. That’s me. I plead guilty.

Pt. 2

My wake-sleep cycle is all over the charts. At this stage in my life it is pretty ‘messed up.’ I mean, I would be hard pressed to tell you when my day begins and when it ends.

Whereas, the front of my day begins between 9-10am and I may take an hour nap about 4pm, from thence I am awake until perhaps 2am at which point I sleep an hour, prepare to walk a couple of miles in and about my neighborhood, and make a final pilgrimage to zzz-land about 7am. And thus, if my mathematics skills serve me well, I accumulate about 4-5 hours of absolutely, altogether interrupted sleep during the course of 24 hours.

As scripture admonishes us,

“These things ought not to be.”

And yet, I have settled into my wake-walk-sleep cycle …and I do so love it.

I guess if it was good enough for old Ben, it’s good enough for me.

(However, there’s that word again, it does make for remembering the date on the calendar a challenge; given my days and nights refuse to observe their nominal bachelor status, but consistently enjoy a state of conjugal bliss with the day which succeeds it).

By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 53. Copyright pending

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