Please go ahead and smash that subscribe button…it’s free and it’ll make me love you even more than I do right now I’ve written, at length about how bad I am at falling asleep. Going off that, you’d be forgiven for assuming that since it takes me forever to fall asleep, and I often don’t get much of it, I’d be terrible at waking up. Well, my friends that is unfortunately not the case. I sleep like a firefighter in a town made of gasoline with matchstick houses. I wake at the slightest rustle, the faintest dog bark, the most insanely loud exhaust system blasting down the 101 freeway at the speed of sound (okay that one would probably wake most people up… but it also wakes me up!). So, when my alarm goes off, I’m almost instantly awake…but my status as a terrible sleeper doesn’t deprive me of every slumberer’s greatest weakness and favorite consort: hittin’ snooze.
Well, Will, I have FOS .... Fear of Snoozing. Because I know that if for some reason that little ten-minute alarm thingy fails to function, an entire cast and crew will be sitting on that soundstage glaring at me as I walk in. The horror of that image is what prevents me from loving that thing you love. I wake up, eyes wide open, and force my body out of bed. I turn to look at that bed, that quilt, that PILLOW with a longing that you describe so beautifully up there. But I am fated to be that fireman in Gas-town you also so beautifully describe up there. Now Saturdays ... no three-alarm fires then.
I can't snooze anymore. It may be that "closer to death thing" you get when you're...you know, closer to death. Plus the bladder thing. But I do love luxuriating in the warmth of our bed with a cup of coffee before starting the day. And I do love me the occasional nap, which effectively extends the concept of hitting the snooze button all the way to the afternoon.
I'm not exactly a snoozer, but I like to give myself 7 minutes (sometimes 10) to catch up on Twitter and other phone apps before rising out of the bed.
Much more a napper than a snoozer. Once I'm up, some necessity chases me out of bed. An afternoon nap, however, is planned relaxation and revitalization. Must be the best kind of senior moment.
Well, Will, I have FOS .... Fear of Snoozing. Because I know that if for some reason that little ten-minute alarm thingy fails to function, an entire cast and crew will be sitting on that soundstage glaring at me as I walk in. The horror of that image is what prevents me from loving that thing you love. I wake up, eyes wide open, and force my body out of bed. I turn to look at that bed, that quilt, that PILLOW with a longing that you describe so beautifully up there. But I am fated to be that fireman in Gas-town you also so beautifully describe up there. Now Saturdays ... no three-alarm fires then.
As always, love your posts!
When I have to go to work I don’t snooze. But I do give myself a good 15-20min to lay in bed and contemplate life before getting up.
If I don’t have anywhere to be, I love snoozing. My record is 4 hours. How that is possible, I still don’t know.
I can't snooze anymore. It may be that "closer to death thing" you get when you're...you know, closer to death. Plus the bladder thing. But I do love luxuriating in the warmth of our bed with a cup of coffee before starting the day. And I do love me the occasional nap, which effectively extends the concept of hitting the snooze button all the way to the afternoon.
I'm not exactly a snoozer, but I like to give myself 7 minutes (sometimes 10) to catch up on Twitter and other phone apps before rising out of the bed.
Never snooze—clearly I have been cheated, by myself it appears. Will work on that in my dotage….🤠
i’m actually do not love snoozing but i do love letting out a guttural sound of primal pleasure. so that’s close enough right?
Much more a napper than a snoozer. Once I'm up, some necessity chases me out of bed. An afternoon nap, however, is planned relaxation and revitalization. Must be the best kind of senior moment.