I haven’t slept for more than a few hours for the last few nights. All of this consecutive lack of sleep is starting to wear me down. I am not even sure if I am making sense, but this comes with the territory. I don’t require a ton of sleep, but I don’t mind it either.
At the moment they are working in my office to try and fix a squeaky door, so all of the hammering and pounding is doing what caffeine cannot, but for how long I cannot say. More importantly I hate loud noises like this or the vacuum cleaner so it is not real relaxing and definitely not conducive to getting work done.
At 20 this would have been a breeze, but at the grand old age of 102 it is getting a little bit tougher. I told my daughter last night that if she would promise to sleep for a couple of hours I would give her a present. She gurgled at me and then resumed flailing around. Not even a week old and she is already talking back to me. A defiant attitude must be genetic.