Sleeping well should not inconvenience me

But it really threw me off balance this week.
To clarify: My work day starts at 6:30 a.m. The past few months I’ve been getting up at 5 or 5:15 a.m., when I sleep well, earlier when I don’t (or very early, writing for a while, then going back to sleep).
This week I’ve been sleeping really well, which means not waking up until 5:30 a.m. (my standard wake-up time for many years). Trouble is, I’m used to having more time, so I wind up starting later than usual (and sometimes I just lay there and hold TYG, which is wonderful, but slows me down even more). And as I’ve mentioned in the past, when I start late, I frequently slow down and everything takes longer (I’ve no idea why).
But today I got up a little late, managed a 6:30 a.m. start and got everything done on time, so I guess I adapted. Good thing.
As for actual output:
•I finished the latest drafts of Leave The World to Darkness and And He Bought a Crooked Cat. I like both—hopefully I’ll feel the same when I start the next round. I also reworked my flash fiction Tale Spinners (which I like much better for a story about Anansi than He Does Whatever a Spider Can).
•I started a new story, The Helping Hand of Death (working title) which is a prequel to Where Angels Fear to Lunch, my first short story sale of the 21st century (Realms of Fantasy, in case you were wondering). I’ve been wanting to do another story about the Wandering Jew (who works in the Big Apple as a shamus) so when I saw a paranormal/hardboiled detective anthology, that finally gave me the impetus to go for it.
•As predicted, my racing through the redraft of Brain From Outer Space came to an abrupt halt this week: I made not quite 4,000 words, which leaves me 31,000 the rest of the month. I have a feeling my reach will exceed my grasp, but we’ll see.
•And for the first time, I’ve actually taken a story back from a market that accepted it. It was supposed to come out at the end of 2009; the editor informed me a couple of months later he’d been sidelined by a stroke and he’d have a publication date to me by March (of 2010).
March passed. My emails went unacknowledged. More emails went unacknowledged.
Repeat that last sentence several times.
Monday I decided I’d been more than patient enough and told him I’d yank the story if I didn’t hear by today. I didn’t hear.
In hindsight, I regret I didn’t do this sooner.
And that’s pretty much it. Bring on the weekend!