Zzzzzzz.

Garth says I, hands down, sleep far more than any person he's ever known. Is that a compliment?

Sleep has always been my friend. I love sleep. I LOVE naps.

I have sleep apnea, diagnosed in my late 20's though undoubtedly with me my entire life. I dragged myself through my teens and early 20's, always tired, medically sleep deprived.

I snore. Like nobodies business. I've been fat, I've been thin, it's not weight related. I just snore. I could have a surgical procedure thay may or may not help. I've never wanted to try it but snoring has embarrassed me more than I ever care to admit.

I sleep with a dreaded c*pap machine most some nights. It helps incredibly, though not perfectly, but I loathe its cumbersome mask and tubing. I feel so unsexy and embarrassed tethered to this humming machine. I don't even like wearing it when I'm alone. It's just completely uncool.

In complete contrast to being such the lover of sleep, I'm actually quite the morning person. I am wide awake early in the morning, too cheerful for most but raring to go. This unfortunately lasts only about 2 hours and then I'm ready for a 2-hour nap. Since most days I am unable to take a nap, I live on caffeine, usually black coffee. I don't think I could function without it. It is truly my drug of choice.

I also dream during all this sleep. Vivid, action packed, bizarre dreams. I remember most in great detail though the details become fuzzier as the day progresses.

Lately, there's been a change. If left undisturbed, I will sleep until at least noon. Today I slept until almost 1pm. I went to bed at 11pm! Is that normal?! I'm taking it as a sign of how exhausted I am. This past year is hitting a pinnacle for me even though it's actually almost over. I'm hitting the physical, mental, and emotional wall of everything in life coming down on me at once.

How do I handle it?
I sleep.