I have been letting myself sleep a little extra this week. Indeed, my 60 hour “weekend” break that I got on Monday and Tuesday, I slept for 28 hours. Almost half my free time spent sleeping. And yet, I’ve needed it. This week I quit caffeine,… again. I do this from time to time to reassure myself I’m not hopelessly addicted. Though one of the side effects is a need to catch up on some sleep until I even out.
It could be circumstantial. After all, with the passing of fantasy author Anne McCaffrey could be reminding me of my own mortality which is always a little depressing. She was not a personal favorite, but I’ve always avoided reading mainstream epic fantasy and Sci-Fi authors. I was more affected by the passing of Robert Asprin back in 2008. He was still a NY Times best seller, though his style of fantasy is what I like to think I model my writing after. His writing was more light in tone and often focused on personal relationships.
It’s strange watching childhood heroes like Madeleine L’Engle and other famous authors like Robert Jordan pass away these past few years. I don’t know what to think of it, other than it is a sad natural order to things.
It also makes me feel like I’m wasting time. I know I have to sleep every now and again, even daily, perhaps. I know I even have to sleep in every now and again. It’s one of those little comforts that can make life worth living. Still, there just doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day to waste it on sleeping and yet we must.