This will be my first Thanksgiving away from Nebraska. I went back last year and the year before with the not-so-secret secondary motive of visiting with old friends while there. Now, many more of the Nebraskans I knew have left, and I already planned to go back for Christmas this year. That was before Grandma died; had I not already promised to return, I'd have waited until next Christmas to go back. Oh well.
I took the first part of this week off as vacation, and it's been nice, as always. I've still got quite a bit left to use up before it expires at the end of the year. As is typically the case, I start off well, getting eight hours of sleep a night and being proud of myself for doing so. Then, after a day or two, I go back to my usual schedule of five or six, and waking up wishing I'd have gone to bed earlier. I don't know why. Somehow I delude myself each and every night into thinking that I can get one more little thing done before bed, whether that's writing one more function, or finishing one more quest, or reading one more article. One thing leads to another, and suddenly it's been hours since I planned on sleeping. I need to become more disciplined; when it's time to sleep, it's time to sleep. I'm sure I'd be a happier, more effective person if I could manage that.