Yesterday I was climbing over a portion of a metal fencing as I did my morning chores. An overhead electric fencing supply line spanned the fence, about 3 feet above it, and spread out to the various paddocks that dotted my fields. Inadvertently my head touched the live wire.

When you get shocked by electric fencing you black out for a microsecond as your body processes the electrical overload. After the initial white light, I fell crotch first down onto the four foot high hard fence, and toppled over the side of it, landing in a slick muddy patch of pig feces. My groin area throbbed in pain and I struggled to my knees in order to fend off any unwanted porcine advances.

Today I feel extremely unmotivated. Perhaps its the thought of the grievous bodily insults that were inflicted upon me by inanimate objets yesterday, or perhaps I am just lazy.

Overall my body seems basically okay, with only a few lingering pains in uncomfortable areas. I’m rested, although my arm and leg seem to be falling asleep a lot this morning.

Sometimes I think my glass is half empty. My first thought is that my tingling limbs are a sign of cancer, which of course has metastasized to all of my major organs. The doctors will say that I have 3 months to live. Well, it was a good run, I think over my morning coffee.

I have a long list of things I need to do today, and the weather is relatively mild. It’s cool outside and I only found two wood ticks on me yesterday.

I feel like I should be motivated to get out there and conquer the world. Or at least my small part of it. Or at least the house. Okay, maybe the living room. Or maybe I should just grab a book and plop down on the couch?

At least then I wouldn’t get injured.

I am on the rebound from the opposite of self-care that I practiced for a couple of decades. Now, instead of trying to extend every day into the longest day possible, I believe sleep is more important to my life than almost anything else, with extensive new research backing me up on that belief.

Most people think that sleep is this big waste of time. They believe that successful people power through super productive days on little more then coffee and adrenaline, with the desire to succeed burning brightly in their souls.

That is all bullshit of the highest order.

Turns out that lack of sleep literally makes you nuts. And it reduces your lifespan. And it increases your risk of heart disease. And it decreases your cognitive abilities, leading to Alzheimer's. Plus without sleep you overeat all the worst foods and get fat.

I am becoming such a sleep advocate that I wrote an article about the subject that will be published in a magazine in a few months.

Suffice it to say, you need 7–9 hours of good sleep to function correctly as evolution intended.

Yesterday, when I shocked my head and crushed my balls, I hadn’t had a lot of sleep even though I felt rested.

But most likely my cognitive abilities were impaired. What scares me about impaired cognitive function from lack of sleep is that we don’t actually act in our own best interests, and sometimes we act in the opposite way.

The CDC says up to 6,000 fatal crashes a year are the result from a lack of sleep. Your risk of heart attack goes up 2 or 3 times. And on and on.

Of course life is chaotic and random at times as well. Having the most sleep in the world won’t guarantee a long life or freedom from freak accidents.

But it certainly doesn’t hurt to stack the deck in your own favor and get 7–9 hours of sleep a night!

Words are Code - "Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself." - Rumi