Sleep.

Not long after quarantine started, I decided that since I wasn't leaving the house more than once a week, and had no appointments or anything like that, it was pointless to force myself to wake up on a schedule more similar to regular work days. I shifted pretty quickly to a 2am-10am sleep schedule, changed the settings on all my productivity apps and so forth, and was doing pretty well. I mean, I had a few sleepless nights and a few mornings where I had a hard time getting out of bed, but nothing like the daily unremitting grind of convincing myself that I want and need to be awake.

This week, as quarantine begins to ease in Israel, I'm starting to get back to all the things I put off when the shit hit the fan. Mainly medical appointments and tests. The tests require making it to the blood lab in the morning, and some of them require being there quite early. So this week I have been trying to start shifting my sleep schedule back to the 12am-8am that it aspirationally was before. Gradually, so that next week I could be able to be up at 7am one morning without feeling too much like a zombie.

It's only been a few days, and a lot of confounding factors have interfered, but I feel like a wrung rag. Enough that I'm wondering what sort of impact it would have if I tried shifting my schedule forward again, but this time permanently.

I mean, I know it would give me issues in the summer, when it's so hot that leaving the house after 9am is physically painful. And I know it would affect me in the winter, if I just gave up on several hours of daylight and started feeling how short the days are. But the feeling of being well-rested, it's not something common enough for me that I can take it lightly. I have to at least consider it.