Diminishing

I used to be able to sleep in my car for a couple of hours between night and day jobs and remain somewhat functional. It didn't always work. I bounced off a guard rail while momentarily dozing on a highway on ramp. I totaled my car, distracted by a woman walking by, crashing into the rear end of a Suburban. I often looked rather wrinkled and disheveled. But I did this for years in order to make ends almost meet. 

I work a few additional overnight hours now and seem to need 24 hours of continuous sleep to get right. It's discouraging, but I guess it helps to mark the passage of time. Like the women walking by are less distracting now too.