Wrong End of the Day

I worked this morning, and afternoon, and am now paying for it.

Matt Scott who does weekend morning weather, among other things, wanted to go to Las Vegas for a bachelor party. How could I say no? I trust he had a great time. I, on the other hand, currently feel like I’ve been dragged behind a horse.

Last night, I tried to go to sleep early. I knew I wouldn’t get anywhere near 8 hours of sleep, but my final numbers disappointed and scared even me.

I fell asleep around 10:30. By 12:30 I was stirring in bed and could not get back to sleep. Rather than keep Helaine, a light sleeper, awake, I went downstairs, played on the computer and read the newspaper. I tried to sleep again at 3:00 with minimal results.

The alarm went off at 4:30 AM. By then I had only slept around 3 hours. There would be no way to make that up for a while.

I was in the car at 5:15, Dunkin’ Donuts at 5:20 and the station before 5:45.

The Sunday morning show was great fun. It is much more free wheeling and light than the nighttime newscasts I’m used to doing. I got to do two interview segments.

It was like giving Oxycontin to Rush Limbaugh.

After the show I went home, changed to more casual clothing and headed to Hartford for the UCONN parade. I took loads of pictures and also had a great time. I will write about the parade tomorrow when I’m a little more lucid.

I didn’t get home until 5:00 PM. By then I was really dragging. I had a quick dinner and lied down. When Helaine tried to wake me around 9:30 (I’m guessing at the time because I just don’t know), I really wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to be up or down or what… or why.

She was worried I’d throw my system off so much that I’d pay for this morning for the rest of the week.

I got out of bed, watched some TV, then came upstairs to play cards and write in the blog. I am in some sort of sleep deprivation fog. My fingers aren’t as accurate as usual on the keyboard. MY eyes burn. I have a slight headache over my left eye.

I will try and stay awake until 11:00 and then get to bed. It’s not out of the question that I’ll sleep for 10-11 hours. Maybe the world will make a little more sense then?

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