I'm really tired today (Monday). Last night I came upstairs at 10:00 to do one more thing at my computer (after watching the Survivor finale), and ended up hitting the sack at 2:45 AM. As usual, the "one more thing" had turned into ten more things.
Once in bed, of course, I couldn't fall right to sleep. Too many tasks on my mind. All good stuff, mind you, stuff I want to do, but my brain struggled to stay awake, listing and prioritizing at warp speed. I figure I slept about three and a half hours before my internal alarm woke me up. I'd forgotten to turn it off before I went to bed.
I'm writing this at 4:00 PM Monday so I can schedule it to post early Tuesday morning. Since I can't go to bed early tonight (mustn't miss my writer's critique group), I plan to sleep in tomorrow. I'll have this mental conversation with whatever part of my brain houses that internal alarm. "Tomorrow," I'll say, "I don't want to get up until I've had at least eight hours of good sleep." I'll repeat that a couple of times to make sure it registers.
Brain fog makes for a very boring blog, doesn't it?