Color Grouping

This little scene from my bedroom is what my sister would call a tasteful grouping.  Well maybe she wouldn’t say ‘tasteful’ but I did, so let’s just leave it at that.  We’re both very good at groupings and this picture should serve to rather beautifully illustrate that fact.  Except that in this case there was no premeditation on my part and it came about quite by happy accident while I was in the act of random placement of things.  I just happened to notice it the other day because of the colors.  The amber of the Arbonne Vanilla Amber lotion (and shimmer powder which I didn’t know contained shimmer until after I got it because I don’t pay close enough attention to details) echoes the amber of the moon on the mirror.  I have never seen an actual amber moon in real life, but I suppose that’s beside the point.  Then there is the beautiful deep russet of the Starbuck’s dog and the russet stars, also which don’t exist in real life as far as I know.  The dots on the mirror are amber too, but in this shot they appear to be white and thus tie in nicely with the white on the little dog.  Then there’s the green scarf, and although normally I don’t like green much at all, in this case it’s a nice contrast and the scarf kinda goes with those green stars and green pointy things. And that’s how you end up with a grouping.  End of grouping lecture for today.  I have managed to plug Starbucks and Arbonne in one fell swoop, as well as successfully complete the second installment of my 365 craziness project.  WOOOT!

Minimum Hours of Sleep I Need to Function

What’s the minimum amount of sleep you can get by on?

Well that all depends on what you mean when you say “get by on”. I can “function” on thirty minute naps if I have to. And by function I mean walk and talk and breathe the air. But it’s doubtful when I’m in that state that anything I say will make sense or that the world will change for the better because I’m in it. Although dozing off and snoozing for a bit can make me a little less crabby than I might be otherwise.

It’s funny how sleep patterns change. Babies and children get lots of it, so they won’t be cranky, and their parents can snatch a few hours of sanity for themselves at the end of the day. But also most importantly so that when they hit their teens they’re so stocked up on it they can go like mad things on four to six hours a night. They can party ’til dawn. Do an all nighter cramming for a final and stay awake to write it. Then pass out for fourteen hours straight and wake up all refreshed for the next party marathon. This burn out lifestyle is the reason why many young people finally get married and ‘settle down’ before they self combust. And that’s when they try to revert back to the same kind of sane sleep routine they remember from childhood, consisting of 8 to 10 hours at a time. With the occasional nap in front of the tv. Until they have children of their own, of course.

Eventually, if they live long enough and get enough sleep, they reach the home alone stage in their lives where they rediscover the joys of staying up all night if they feel like it, going to bed at dawn, and napping at random intervals throughout the day.

That’s the stage I’m at. Most of the time. But I also still have a job to go to, and that certainly messes up my chaotic sleep habits four days out of every week. Ideally it’s preferable for me to have had at least eight hours of uninterrupted sleep before showing up for work. I’ve found this amount to be conducive to not nodding off at the dispensing desk or having to supress the urge to strangle customers who are acting like morons, perhaps due to the fact that they didn’t get enough sleep themselves. They can’t all be accidents of birth, can they?

I’ll have to sleep on that and get back to you. In the meantime, feel free to drowse, catch a few winks, take a cat nap, cop some zz’s. It’s the next best thing to being unconscious for 8 hours at a stretch. Might even make you less cranky and better able to ‘function’. And then fewer sleep deprived sales people would be classifying your actions as moronic. So everyone wins.

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