On The Tenth Day…

On the Tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten hours sleeping,
Nine Eagles winning,
Eight years of smoking,
Seven hugs I’m missing,
Six Salamanders,
Five family members,
Four election days,
Three months in,
Two different gyms,
And a surreal year with Covid 19!

My average was 4 hours. Actually, it still kinda is. But, this year, about once a week I’ve been able to knock out and get some SLEEP. Over 9 hours a pop (once or twice a week). I didn’t know what I was missing. I might have to make this more of a habit.

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