Reveling in amazement and wonder

This is me, most evenings. I'm either catching up on blogs, comics, or playing World of Warcraft. I wonder sometimes if I would binge so horribly if I were, say, reading a book or watching a movie.

I used to think it was my computer that kept me from sleeping. I stay up late sometimes, getting stuck at my desk just flipping through webpages. I've learned over the past week or so that when I'm truly tired I go to bed at a reasonable hour. And when I don't drink soda or coffee, I sleep for 8-9 hours a night. WHAT?!? Who is this person? Yes, I've been sleeping for once. I go to bed at a reasonable (for me) hour, like midnight. I wake up once or twice, depending on the needs of my bladder and/or my cat. Then I go right back to sleep, and don't wake up until 9. I know. Hate me for being unemployed. This will all change, I'm sure. I'm just reveling in amazement and wonder that I'm capable of doing this night after night. It has to be the lack of soda and coffee, which I have cut almost completely out of my diet since starting to drink a gallon of tea a day. No lack-of-caffeine headaches. Just more sleep. That's a trade-off I can live with!

They say sleep helps with athletic goals, because it gives your muscles time to heal. They say it helps with weight loss goals, because you don't eat excessively looking for energy. I do know I fully expected to be sore and in pain after yesterday's run and painting. Today my muscles are a bit tired, but I was able to get up and paint again with no problems.

Besides eating right (which I did... YAY!), painting was the only goal I held to today. I had a very full day, away from my house. My mother's bedroom and dressing room ceilings are painted, and the walls are primed. I also fixed a few small issues with the hall ceiling. I was able to do all this in plenty of time to get ready for mass.

Big Bro and my SIL met my Mother and I at church for the mass dedicated to my father. I haven't been to mass in a very, very long time. They have changed things, at least at this church. Not necessarily for the better or worse. Just different. I'm not a big fan of change for the sake of change, but whatever. The priest seemed nice... very animated. The reading was a love poem from the Song of Songs. It made me cry, thinking of my Dad, and of my Mom thinking of my Dad. I didn't bawl, but there were several tears. I was very focused on my Dad all day, in part because of the mass, but also because a train went by as I left the house. The whistle just kept blowing and blowing and blowing. My Dad was a huge train buff, and they will forever be linked to him in my head.

On the happiness front, Rose over at Eat, Drink and Be Meiri made my day by offering a post holiday gift exchange. I haven't decided if I'm going to do a real gift or a white elephant, but either way I'm looking forward to the fun.

Tomorrow is another busy, busy day. I paint the walls of the bedroom/dressing room, then go holiday shopping with Energizer Bunny. At some point I'm supposed to run 6 miles, but I'm not certain there will be time. I may opt for situps and/or pushups, and do the 6 miles on Friday morning. Friday will be a really long day as well, painting woodwork. I guess I'll just have to see how it all shakes out.

BTW, I have a new anthem...