Half Way There

It's Saturday morning and I have been up all night. This is nothing new if you have been paying any attention to the times of my posts; the difference is that today I am not planning on going to bed any time soon, but will try to stay awake, perhaps with a short nap, until a "normal" bedtime; perhaps midnight.

I foresee both problems and benefits with this plan.

THE PROBLEMS

I. My husband is not trying to do the same thing, which means I will have to do many things for myself that he usually does for me.
A. He usually takes care of Radagast's messes; I can't, so if there is one I will have to put up with the smell. Yuck. Poor doggy.
B. If I want to heat with wood, and I do, I'll have to build the fire myself as I did last year. This will take planning to make sure there's enough cut wood and kindling in the house. Also, I will need to do a bit of rearranging of a chair and some newspapers so I can sit to actually build said fire.
C. He does the cooking, and obviously won't want to eat when I will.** We'll have to play that by ear. Sometimes his casserole dishes are too heavy for me to lift.
D. He usually carries my coffee into the living room where I sit. Many days I am pretty wobbly. On this I'll have to work out some props, like judiciously placed flat surfaces on which to set a cup.

THE BENEFITS

II. I will enjoy much more independence around the house.
A. Sometimes I just want it to be quiet. When he is up and around he must always have sound on - usually the television - whether he is listening to it or not. And he's usually not. So just hearing the refrigerator running, and my dog snoring, and a clock ticking will be nice.
B. This means I will also have to do more catering to my animals, which means I'll have to get up and move around more often, which is a good thing. Initially it will be annoying, but good.

C. I may end up doing more reading without the distractions that interfere with my concentration.
D. I can call people who wouldn't appreciate their telephone ringing at 3 a.m., which is frequently when I come close to returning a call!


[**Actually, I think this is the reason my schedule got so turned around in the first place. He always stayed up late and got up late, and it progressed until our schedule is completely opposite of the norm. Once I stopped working in 2000, and had several relapses and subsequently became more dependent on him, it gradually became easier to follow his schedule. With planning I can still get up for morning appointments, accommodating person that I am.]

So let's see if this is a pipe dream, and I fail by following the path of least resistance, or if I stick it out for awhile to see if I actually like it better to be able to see a little more daylight in the upcoming Winter months.

NaBloPoMo - Half Way There

Oh me of little faith. I thought I couldn't do it, and now the only thing I need to be concerned with is remembering day from night and connecting them to the correct date!

Good Night, TTYL and Be Well