Ever since the clocks went forward I’ve found it tricky to sleep in as late as I really want. Even on weekends I wake up by 9am, which is unfortunate for my husband because he could probably sleep until 2pm even if the sun was shining directly on his face the whole time. When I lived in America I never really noticed much difference with daylight savings, but England is an entirely different story. Summer in England means sunrise begins at 4am and sunset doesn’t really roll around until 9pm. It’s kind of crazy to think that there are only about seven hours of darkness throughout the Summer months, and I’m still not totally used to it.
The days are so much longer now, which is great for productivity, but not the best for my sleeping schedule. I spend much more time watching TV and going on the computer around 9 and 10pm, when I should probably wind down for bed. It’s annoying because it means I will wake up the next day feeling exhausted and as much as I try to have a lie in I can’t because the sun is already so high in the sky. The Italians have the right idea with siestas. Naps during the middle of the day are totally underrated, but it’s also kind of risky to have one if you’ve got plans. I don’t think I’m at the point where I need to take naps during the day, although it is such a nice idea that I might try out in the near future, and possibly in the next couple of days. All I’m saying is that I’m really struggling with striking the day/night balance now that British Summer Time is in full effect. I need to give myself more concrete boundaries: TV/electronics off by 10pm, in bed by 11pm, and waking up to my first alarm at 7am.
At any rate, it was such a nice day today and Beatrice was being very sweet (i.e. needy and cuddly) and I’ve had a good Wednesday. I even went to the gym and did some rowing and abs (ow). Now I’m super tired and I need to get ready for bed, so I’ll see you tomorrow.