So yesterday, I felt like I might be a six on the Energy Meter after a more decent night’s sleep. I vowed to come home, exercise, and get to bed by ten.

Except that, while I did swim a third of a mile on getting home, my oldest son and I were having fun playing video games and so I didn’t get to the pillow until 11:08, which actually presents a victory in itself, in that I didn’t stay up until midnight.

I purposely got up a little later, and I now rate myself another six, on about six hours of sleep.

I hve fouled the experiment by starting to eliminate refined carbs at the same time, so it might be the puppy chow. But I don’t care. I feel like being alive this morning!

And you’re in luck: this may be ungraphable.