In my mind's blueprints for this whole schedule revolution I put as an afterthought that, "oh yeah, I'll get a little more sleep, too." I was completely wrong. I get a LOT more sleep. I get too much sleep. I. get. too. much. sleep. And when I don't, I make up for it by going Euro with my body clock, sleeping until, as my father might say, "All hours of the (afternoon)." I should note that instead of "afternoon," he usually says "morning." This is what I remember about the times I slept this week, but I could be wrong on some since I've been so un-sleep-deprived.
Sunday- Woke up at 8:30 a.m. Took nap from 9 p.m. to 11:30 p.m. Went to bed at 3:00 a.m.
Monday- woke up at noon. Took a 2 hour nap. Went to bed at 5:00 a.m..
Tuesday- woke up at 4:00 p.m. Went to bed at 7:30 a.m. Wednesday.
Wednesday- got up at 10:30 a.m. Went to bed at 3:00 a.m.
Thursday- got up at 2:00 p.m. Went to bed at 7:00 a.m. on Friday.
Friday- got up at noon. Went to bed at 5:00 a.m. on Saturday.
Saturday- got up at 3:30 p.m. Still awake typing on blog at 3:30 a.m.
Lest I stir up my parents to anger, I would that they might look and see that upon calculation, it must needs be that I did obtain an average of 8 hours of sleep per day, which is the very same number of hours which are given daily unto the missionaries to sleep therein. Amen.