One thing I’ve noticed in this sleep adjustment phase is how vividly I’m remembering dreams… and the contents as well. You see, I’ve never been one of those folks to have sexy dreams; my brain has been rather vanilla. But lately, I find nooks increasingly sneaking in one way or the other, which is… I’m not really sure what to make of it. Does it tie to having a semblance of a sex drive again, or is it just happenstance? Really, as long as they continue to drift away from such dreams being tied to folks like my (step)dad, Leonard Nimoy’s Spock, or old bosses, I’ll probably take it all in good stead.
I’m still still very slowly adjusting to the new schedule, but that’s to be expected. It reputedly takes a body eight weeks to adjust to a new schedule, a point I tried to argue without any success with higher ups when I worked shift in the Air Force — the schedule changed every eight weeks; I was told to be grateful it was that long a stretch *rolls eyes*.
But I guess it boils down to me being concerned about my functionality and mood stability. I’m still holding up quite well, but I’m wary that the shift and me not being quite in sorts means that depression might be able to sneak in the back door and trick me when I’m feeling fuzzy. But I guess that’s the same as ever — it’s all a balancing act, and I’m still not that great at juggling. Or balancing. Or walking in a straight line. Or waiting patiently. I manage to muck through though, so that’s acceptable.
I think that’s about it for now. I’m in a room that’s that perfect temperature for making a person immediately fall to sleep, so my fuzzles aren’t shifting that quickly. It’s pleasant, but not ideal for trying to make brain things happen. I hope everyone out there is doing well.