I am a nightshift worker. I have been for years. It suits my lifestyle of not wanting to get out of bed early just to go to work. On the days that I am not working I am actually up with the sun. I am a reasonably good sleeper during the day. I usually manage to clock up 7 or so hours straight. But the quality of sleep is not there.
It is a lighter sleep, with less REM. You wake up feeling less than refreshed. Then do that four days/nights running and you start accruing a rather serious sleep debt. After my last night I will only sleep for about 2 hours to ready myself for returning to sleeping at night. Which is the mode I am in right now. Eyes half shut and brain foggy with a headache that only a good nights sleep will cure. I have all the vibrancy and energy of a spring onion that has been hiding in the bottom of the vegetable crisper for the last three months. I am also about as charming as said spring onion.
This is Thursday Night Daffodil. She is not allowed to watch any News or Current Affair programs as she becomes loud, obnoxious and opinionated. HH claims she becomes a facist, communist, red neck with lashings of left-wingism and a whole load of whoop-ass thrown into the mix. I don´t see it myself, probably because I am too busy yelling at the television and letting a whole lot of indignation and huffing and puffing cloud my self perception.
...and just wait until she has a glass of red wine with dinner.