I should be sleeping in the afternoon.

The recent incident with my leg, which forced me to wear a thick bandage on the shin and rest in a rather absurd position, caused me to spend long hours in the night fully awake, with the sole company of the Doobie Brothers, my books and my PC.
And tea.

And it provided yet another proof of the fact that I work best at night, when the countryside is silent (well, except for the Doobies on the stereo, if that’s the way I feel like) and nothing interferes with my brainwaves.
A sleepless night can mean two 200-pages books read from cover to cover, and maybe three or four posts written and scheduled for my blogs.

It’s always been that way, ever since I can remember.
Mornings are good for “serious” work (microscope activity, data analysis, drafting articles for journals or posters for conferences).
Nights are just great for more creative work*, for my extracurricular activities.

And indeed, being prone to bouts of insomnia, kicking the sheets away and doing some work leaves me a lot more clear-headed taht staying in bed trying to summon sleep that won’t come.

So yes, I’m seriously considering a rescheduling of my activities.
Crash in bed after lunch, sleep until dinner-time, then maybe watch something on the telly (new Arrow episodes or some rerun of the delightful Lost World the Australians did), or go for a late-nite foraging trip to the supermarket, and then get to work on my projects ’til dawn.
Then breakfast, and five hours of serious work.
Nice and smooth.

Might even do some good writing, finally.

And the current situation in Italy is so confused – politically, socially, financially – that living by night might even be a good way to avoid the daily grind and anxiety.

People might talk, yes.
But let them call me an oddball, in my sleep.

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* Don’t get me wrong – I’m a scientist in “real life”, and it’s a hell of a creative activity.
But it’s the sort of creative activity in which I do not make the rules.