I am working way too much. I knew that was the case, but now I have evidence.
Last night, I got home from work at a decent hour -- 6:30 p.m. I ate a quick, light dinner and headed to my room for a nap (not unusual). I woke up much later at 9:45 p.m. (unusual) and still felt tired. I decided, eh, what the hell, I might as well just keep on sleeping. So I turned back into my comfortable bed and easily hit my slumber stride.
I woke up this morning at 6 a.m. and felt like Julie Andrews on ecstasy. I felt like I could sing, dance, and fly by the handle of an umbrella.
Unfortunately, instead of jumping in and out of Cartoonland or frolicking the mountains of Switzerland, I am only destined to dump all of this refreshed energy back into these long days at work. And here I am again. Boo.