Owls And Larks

I am a bit of a night owl. My body clock, if allowed free rein, shifts round with amazing rapidity so that I would be wide awake until about 4am. However, I rarely let my body clock go completely off on its own... work provides a strict routine, and in the holidays, daily Mass attendance means that I have to get up. Sundays, however, are a treat... I help with stuff at the evening Mass, so I "allow" myself a lie-in.

The disadvantage of such a routine is that my body seems to recognise Saturday night... and I usually find that I am pretty much awake until about 2am. It's not a problem, unless, for some reason, I want to switch to an early Mass... if, for example, there is a Latin Mass on in the parish...

Last night, my body was convinced it was Saturday night. I didn't get to bed until 1:30am. It took me half an hour to settle down (partly because of the menagerie trying to share my bed... more on that later!) which made it 2am...

Because of the Latin Mass today at Blackfen, I had to get up early... the dogs needed to be walked before I left... this meant a 6am alarm call...

This was, in my opinion, possible. A small sacrifice for the privilege of attending a Latin Novus Ordo Mass... and I have survived on 4 hours' sleep before...

...unfortunately, I had forgotten about British Summer Time. The clocks went forward an hour. Which meant that 6am this morning was actually 5am in body clock terms...

3 hours' sleep in a night is not really something I'd recommend.