Over six years ago, I made a blog post entitled “Yawn!”. I had mused about how I tended to be yawny on Sunday nights, especially at my parents’ place, and put some of the blame on the cold temperatures in their house.
Well, this morning, I was quite yawny despite getting more than enough sleep for a weeknight (I think it was about 8.5 hours!)
I know that yesterday I was yawning a bit after returning from Levi’s wedding weekend, but part of that was likely the doldrums of leaving family, compounded with the dreary skies that enveloped Eau Claire that day.
But given that I got sufficient sleep (or perhaps more than sufficient sleep) over the weekend, the yawning this morning seemed unexplained.
And now it’s 16:47 and I’m yawning. Perhaps I shouldn’t have written this post due to the self-fulfilling prophecy! :p
Lincoln: 16 days
Arizona: 37 days
Florida: 49 days