Sleeping memory

I remembered something very important this morning.  After our first trip to Cambodia in 2017, I found myself having a very difficult time waking up in the morning.  For a guy who normally gets up at the stroke of 6 am, I was sleeping in until 7 or 7:30.  The exact same thing is happening this time around.

I think two things are contributing to my nocturnal.  The root cause is the jet lag.  The 14 hour shift in time causes massive confusion on both ends of the trip, though it seemed less confused slipping into the Southeast Asia time zone. The second factor is that I find myself getting jarred awake both early in the evening and in the middle of the night.

Last night, I woke up and thought I heard someone rattling our door knobs on the outside of the house.  I jolted downstairs, pulse racing, and flipped on the outside lights.  There was nothing there.  In retrospect, I think what I heard was the fridge producing more ice cubes.  The sounds are somewhat similar.

A couple of times since I’ve been home, I have found myself wide awake in the middle of the night.  With Heather and Ben away, I’ve been able to flip on the television.  That’s something that I never do when I am fully in routine.

To motivate me to get out of bed earlier in 2018, I decided to do the 18 Day Painting Challenge.  I gathered prompt suggestions and pulled one of the hat for 18 days in a row and painted something based on the prompt.  The paintings were all sold with proceeds donated to Bracelets For Buildings to fund the construction of our second home.  The 19 Day Painting Challenge happened last year, and the 20 Day Painting Challenge is waiting off in the near future.