Did I suddenly turn 60 while I wasn’t looking?  I’m telling you, for the last several weeks I’ve been completely pooped out in the evenings.  As in, put the kid to bed about 8:30 or 9, pop “Metalocalpyse” into the DVD player while the wife works, wake up somewhere between 10 and 12 with the wife standing over me suggesting I go to bed.

I cut myself a little slack, as I get up at 5:30 every morning to get everybody else in the house up and running, so even if I crash out at 9:30 I’m still only getting 8 hours of sleep a night.  But damn, this wasn’t the case just six months ago!

I’ve yet to re-kick the caffeine habit since my hell week.  You’d think that would be a counter-effect, wouldn’t you?  But nope.  Likewise, you’d think a drink of alcohol would put me right out, huh?  Nope.  With a couple of drinks in me I’m happy and bouncing at 1 a.m.  I also haven’t been able to exercise since before then (no time, then sick, then a slight nagging injury).  I’m betting that has a lot to do with it.

But I gotta tell you, it’s weird as hell.  And annoying to make it through an entire workday, and just when I have some time to do something that I want to do…ker-WHAM, Mr. Sandman clocks me upside the head with Mr. Sleepytime Hammer.

It’s official.  Mr. Sandman is a prick.