Getting it Done

My list of things to do is so long I don't know where to start. We had to go out of town, unexpectedly, for some family stuff and it put me behind. The semester starts in four days and two of those days I am running a training for eight hours a day. Which means I absolutely have to get all this stuff on the list done. But everytime I look at the list I want to sink down under my desk and just stay there. I tried to do the smart thing and rank things according to priority, but it's all a priority.

This wouldn't be an issue if I had more than six hours of sleep in a single night at some point in the last week. I have sleeping issues. If I do not get at least nine hours of sleep a night, I am useless. Seriously useless. Ten is better. Anything less than nine and I can't function. I have asked countless doctors about this and they have the standard line about everyone needing a different amount of sleep and I just need more than the average person. In my first two years of grad school, I was lucky if I could force myself to get more than five hours of sleep at night and I survived just fine, but not anymore.

Anyway, this sleep thing came to a head yesterday. We were waiting to get on our fourth plane in as many days and we had two hours in the airport. I looked around and all I could see were chairs with armrests. Chairs with armrests are great. Unless you want to get horizontal. I snagged Biker Boy's coat, bundled it up, used it as a pillow, put my own coat on top of me as a blanket, and fell asleep in the middle of the airport, in the middle of the day. Biker Boy was appalled.

"I heard several people ask why that homeless girl was allowed in the airport."

I will recover at some point and get everything on this list done. Hopefully.