Blog 48: Captain's Log

It appears that the setting the clocks back an hour is affecting my ability to stay awake. There is almost no longer any time between me feeling tired and actually falling asleep. I slowly start to lose control of my eyelids which continually are in a closing motion regardless of how much I fight it and my body becomes increasingly heavy and comfy. I tend to doze off on my couch and wake up some amount of time later then walk into my room and return to sleep. This has only happened a few times but all spaced out. I love sleeping in the cold so winter may be the bane of my existence each year as I go from hyper to more of a moderate calm. The difference becomes increasingly noticeable the farther in winter it becomes. The smell of hot turkey, pumpkin pie, apple cider and pumpkin pie will slowly begin to fill all of our houses in the near future. And then there is the one day a year we can stuff our faces and be with our families while one unfortunate turkey meets its demise. However it is an absolutely tasty demise that many turkeys just happen to meet around the same time every year. But the truer and scarier thing is that a huge number of pumpkins are hunted down and turned into pies. This yearly ritual is both messy and infinitely more delicious than the turkey. I could quite literally eat it all day and every day.