The Thangs I Learn From My Blog Buds

Today I learned that I'm normal, or normal for another time, or more normal than most.  Courtesy o' Blogfaddah Lex, this (The myth of the eight-hour sleep):

In the early 1990s, psychiatrist Thomas Wehr conducted an experiment in which a group of people were plunged into darkness for 14 hours every day for a month. 

It took some time for their sleep to regulate but by the fourth week the subjects had settled into a very distinct sleeping pattern. They slept first for four hours, then woke for one or two hours before falling into a second four-hour sleep. 

Though sleep scientists were impressed by the study, among the general public the idea that we must sleep for eight consecutive hours persists. 

I gave up worrying about my sleep habits some time ago, accepting the fact that I sleep in shifts to be somewhat normal for a man of a certain age and station in life.  That said, it IS a right-royal PITA when your day begins sometime around noon (on most days) and you go directly from your "morning" coffee to Happy Hour.

And we'll have none o' that "Neanderthal" stuff, thank ya very much.  The foregoing assumes you read the linked article, of course.