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dragonlady7It's 3 am and I'm awake for the second night in a row. This is maddening. This time I've been awake for over an hour-- the attic door wasn't shut tight and so began to clunk in the wind when it rose, and so I got up and shut it tightly as it's been quite gusty. I then did most of the windows of the house, as it's coming down in buckets, sideways. (Well... hey, we need the water. I won't complain. I'm merely observing the fact.)
I am a bit bewildered by this difficulty sleeping-- I have never been someone to have these troubles. The only thing I can think of is that I had a lot of coffee this week, starting on Saturday night when I drank a huge travel mug of it enroute home from Ithaca-- but I slept fine that night, and I didn't drink much coffee on Sunday. Some, I think-- probably 14 ounces. I had probably one cup of coffee Monday, and then a lot of alcohol later, and had trouble sleeping from 3-5:30 am. Today I had a ton of coffee all day (trully like 30 ounces I think), but I finished the last of it around 5 and didn't touch anything remotely caffeinated or even very sugary since...
Well. Who knows. It may just be that I'm a spaz. I'm drinking a giant glass of milk at the moment, because the milk's about 12 hours from starting to go sour I think, and I'm a little hungry and figure the calories are at least in the name of calcium.
It hardly matters: I have tomorrow off. I can sleep all day if I want. I don't want; I have things to do. But half of them are urgent gardening tasks (must get ready for fall planting. Which involves cutting sod and turning over earth. Can't do while wet. But would've been murder to do parched as the lawn was, so maybe next week it'll be perfect?) and you know, perhaps I can phase in sleeping instead.
I do want to get ready for indoor gardening. Whether we succeed in our vague desire to become potheads, or not, I would like to grow plants indoors, and given that nowhere in our house is very sunny, it makes sense to put a grow room in the basement. So I'm going to clean out the corner I used for the Lair, I think, and transform that into a space where I can set up a power strip with fluorescent grow lights on a timer, and perhaps have more space than just a little starter kit. I know the starter kits are expensive-- so I'm thinking perhaps it would be more cost-effective if I set up something larger myself from scratch? Must do some sort of research; I don't know what's optimal. Also I don't just want to start seeds, I do want to grow some plants to maturity indoors-- because it entirely tickles my fancy to have a crop of midwinter peas, if I'm going to be playing around in the basement anyway.
This winter it was so dark and claustrophobic in this house-- I'd seriously consider hanging out down there if it was bright and warm and green in that corner.
God am I ever boring at this hour! It's a shame I couldn't find the Office 2000 CD (which I might point out was legitimately purchased and I still have an unused license for it) earlier tonight. Z has it somewhere in his room, and wouldn't let me go through the strata of artifacts for fear I might disturb them. I found the box, but he would let me investigate no further. I'd do some writing on here, maybe some smut... been a long time... but I think instead I'll lie out here on the couch and listen to the rain and think of overambitious home improvement plans I'll never carry out. (I want to add skylights in the attic before I insulate it. Ha. I'll probably never do either.)
I am a bit bewildered by this difficulty sleeping-- I have never been someone to have these troubles. The only thing I can think of is that I had a lot of coffee this week, starting on Saturday night when I drank a huge travel mug of it enroute home from Ithaca-- but I slept fine that night, and I didn't drink much coffee on Sunday. Some, I think-- probably 14 ounces. I had probably one cup of coffee Monday, and then a lot of alcohol later, and had trouble sleeping from 3-5:30 am. Today I had a ton of coffee all day (trully like 30 ounces I think), but I finished the last of it around 5 and didn't touch anything remotely caffeinated or even very sugary since...
Well. Who knows. It may just be that I'm a spaz. I'm drinking a giant glass of milk at the moment, because the milk's about 12 hours from starting to go sour I think, and I'm a little hungry and figure the calories are at least in the name of calcium.
It hardly matters: I have tomorrow off. I can sleep all day if I want. I don't want; I have things to do. But half of them are urgent gardening tasks (must get ready for fall planting. Which involves cutting sod and turning over earth. Can't do while wet. But would've been murder to do parched as the lawn was, so maybe next week it'll be perfect?) and you know, perhaps I can phase in sleeping instead.
I do want to get ready for indoor gardening. Whether we succeed in our vague desire to become potheads, or not, I would like to grow plants indoors, and given that nowhere in our house is very sunny, it makes sense to put a grow room in the basement. So I'm going to clean out the corner I used for the Lair, I think, and transform that into a space where I can set up a power strip with fluorescent grow lights on a timer, and perhaps have more space than just a little starter kit. I know the starter kits are expensive-- so I'm thinking perhaps it would be more cost-effective if I set up something larger myself from scratch? Must do some sort of research; I don't know what's optimal. Also I don't just want to start seeds, I do want to grow some plants to maturity indoors-- because it entirely tickles my fancy to have a crop of midwinter peas, if I'm going to be playing around in the basement anyway.
This winter it was so dark and claustrophobic in this house-- I'd seriously consider hanging out down there if it was bright and warm and green in that corner.
God am I ever boring at this hour! It's a shame I couldn't find the Office 2000 CD (which I might point out was legitimately purchased and I still have an unused license for it) earlier tonight. Z has it somewhere in his room, and wouldn't let me go through the strata of artifacts for fear I might disturb them. I found the box, but he would let me investigate no further. I'd do some writing on here, maybe some smut... been a long time... but I think instead I'll lie out here on the couch and listen to the rain and think of overambitious home improvement plans I'll never carry out. (I want to add skylights in the attic before I insulate it. Ha. I'll probably never do either.)
