It's 0518 and instead of getting up as I might occasionally do at this hour, I am going to turn off the light and see if I can get some sleep. It is rare for me not to be asleep withing minutes (or even seconds) of putting my head on the pillow and to sleep solidly until I wake in the morning ready to meet the next day. I usually go to bed very late. Last night I was reading in bed (a relatively new thing in my life) and put the light out at midnight. I'd had the computer backing up a clone since the early evening and it was due to finish around 0130. I knew it would switch itself off so went to sleep without thinking about it - consciously. At 0152 I woke: wide awake. I got up and checked the computer and it hadn't switched off so I did that and came back to bed. I don't know how much music I've listened too as I floated in a world somewhere between sleep and wake, dream and reality for two hours before I eventually got up at 0430 and made myself a green tea with lots of fresh ginger grated into it. I know that during those several seemingly interminable hours I spent a lot of time wondering whether I could afford to retire from work and why some people I was talking to couldn't hear me yet some could. The mind is a very strange place - well mine is anyway!
As I wrote this I thought about a post I wrote a few years ago (found it thanks to Mark's Postvorta: Can You Sleep at Night?) relating the story of a Ghanain lady who said to a friend of mine "You white people you don't sleep at night. You white people worry. You have too many things. I have nothing. I don't worry. I sleep at night." I don't have anything to worry about (that I know of) so I'm looking for another cause. I think it's because I've had too much sleep recently! A surfeit of sleep.