I freely admit to being one of those persons who needs 9-10 hours of sleep a night.When I was little, I would never get upset about nap time - I loved it.
Even when I was in high school, I would happily come home from school and take a little cat-nap.I managed all those years of working full-time by using my lunch break for sleep - hidden away in some supply closet on a blanket on the floor - that little couch in the back shipping area - even the backseat of my car in the parking garage.
When I was using the public transportation in D.C., I could dose while on the Marc heading for home (and only slept through my stop a couple of times).
But now, not working regular hours, I am actually getting that 9-10 hours at night... and a couple more hours through naps.
But I am still craving more.I am exercising - I'm up to two miles a day - I am getting out and doing things.
But I don't hang around with people much - I still live with a chronically depressed husband.
Is this trying to escape reality - is it depression -or is it simply old age now?
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