From both direct experience, and a huge amount of published research, I know I should be sleeping about seven and a half hours a night. But, all too often, I don’t.

This week, I’ve had to be up at 5:00am daily. Yet the idea of conking out at 9:30pm just seems untenable – especially as I’m often at work until 8:00pm, and still want to wedge in dinner and some time with Jess once I make it home.

So, instead, I’m just wildly sleep-deprived. And, as a result, my productivity slowed yesterday, and today more or less screeched to a halt. Fortunately, with my newly pared-down to-do list, I at least now feel behind on a shorter backlog of tasks. But I’m still less than thrilled. And I’m doing my best to rally. Including writing this blog post.

Arguably, my time would be better spent right now on a quick nap. But I’m worried I’d wake up groggy enough with sleep inertia that I’d still be garbage at working, yet nonetheless more likely to stay up tonight past a sensible bedtime. So, for the moment, I’m just doing my best to slog ahead. As they say, no sleep till inbox zero.