"The nap is a sort of easy version of meditation."
– Tom Hodgkinson (and me, this afternoon)

I don't have trouble falling asleep. Some of this is due to keeping a regular sleep schedule, some due to keeping seasonal allergies at bay with antihistamines, and some of it is just habit. My head hits the pillow and I'm asleep.
This doesn't mean I stay asleep. I get distracted by things. A hall light, the kids banging around the house, or say, a late night dance party in the living room. For years one of these distractions has been the alarm clock. I think I paid $9.99 for it in 1993. It has bright red numbers and as my night rolls on I look at it. A lot. I carry on little conversations with it like getting excited when I feel like I've been asleep for hours but see its only been 30 minutes. I say, ooh bonus! 7 and half hours to go, and things like that.
I am reading an article about sleep and feeling good about my sleep routine. I check most of the boxes but one. The bright red LED alarm clock. It may be that a bright red light 12 inches from my face at night could be robbing me of some important brain plaque clearing. That won't due. I must fix this.
I spend a lot of time researching new alarm clocks. (no phones! bright screens, potential interruptions and such are bad they say) I settle on an old school alarm clock I remember having in college. A classic battery operated Braun model with tiny glow in the dark spots on its hands and a gentle alarm that starts low and gets louder.
It's been a month and I can report it is less distracting than the old red LED clock. The glow in the dark dots on the hands are a little hard to make out though. The hands are nearly the same size and can confuse me.
Take this morning for instance. I woke up ready to take on the world. I peek at the clock, it's dark and it's a little before I plan on getting up (I mean, the sun doesn't even come up until after 7:30am these days) but I'm game. Early to bed, early to rise says Ben Franklin! 6:05am it is. Time to clean the kitchen, make the coffee, feed the pooch, and get some reading done.
Except it isn't 6am. It's 1:30am.
In the dark, the hands on the clock really look like it is just after 6.
Not a problem. I have things to do. Quietly. Of course.
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