Feb. 13th, 2019

ugh wind

Feb. 13th, 2019 05:01 am
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I went to bed at 10pm, exhausted and ready to finally catch up on sleep after a couple of not so great nights-- mostly, it's been windy, and I don't sleep well in noisy wind. As usual it took me like an hour to fall asleep, but that's normal and not unpleasant. (I do a lot of story composition in that time.) I was cold, but I've been too cold in bed lately, and I don't know what to do about it-- I'm too cold until I fall asleep, and then I wake up at 4am sweltering, even though the house temperature is the same. Why the fuck does that happen? So more pj's or more blankets won't help. Annoying. At least I can tuck my feet under the prewarmed blankets on dude's side of the bed, if i'm sneaky and avoid kicking him.

At 2am a big gust of wind woke me up. The house is being buffeted so hard that you can feel the pressure changes inside the house. I lay awake about two hours, and then at 4am a dish spontaneously fell off the dish rack in the kitchen, possibly from the pressure changes. NOAA's website informs me that sustained winds of 27mph with gusts up to 57mph are currently ongoing in my area. That's... not nothing.

Dude woke up at the dish falling, and went to see if anything was broken/spilled-- the cat's food bowl is near there, so broken crockery would be an issue if she wanted a middle of the night snack, which is within the purview of her normal behavior. Apparently nothing was broken, so he came back to bed, and pulled me in to snuggle, and then fell asleep and began to gently, sweetly snore into my ear. Chita also came and lay on my outflung arm and purred for a while, but the wind scared her and she slunk back under the bed after a little bit. And then I was too sweaty to be snuggled anymore, alas.

I finally gave up at 5am and got out of bed. It's just so loud, and the gusts make me so anxious my heart pounds. No way I'm getting out of bed.

(You can imagine how well I sleep when it's windy in the yurt. Answer: I don't. But somehow it's not that much worse when the walls flex and sometimes pull open in the wind than it is indoors when the building shakes. I don't know; guess I'm just contrary. A contributing factor there is that in heavy wind or rain I wouldn't hear anything approaching the yurt. I don't know what my brain's excuse is, indoors with doors that lock.)

Chita came and discovered me on the couch, and had to knead all around and fluff up the blankets. IDK, man, she's just real cute.

Today is going to suck, with yesterday's slush frozen solid, and me on two or three hours of sleep. You know what'll happen, it happens every time-- I'll finally get sleepy around 6, and drift off at 6:30, because my normal wake-up time is 7.
C'est la vie!

Here's hoping I get a new water heater so I can have a nice long hot shower tonight after my shitty day where I can't stay awake at work. (I'd call in but I'm off Friday already for Dude's surgery, which I haven't discussed on here at all but it's very minor and he should be fine but I'm not going to leave him at home alone on Valium and in pain, I'm going to dote on him because why not?)
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So the water heater installation guys' other job for today was on a rooftop, and given the sustained winds of 30mph with gusts up to almost 60, and the three-inch layer of impenetrable ice frozen from slush on every single surface in the world, they opted to do our nice safe basement job instead.
I can't imagine doing a rooftop ANYTHING in the winter, but ESPECIALLY not on a day like today; I almost got blown down the driveway when I ran out in my clogs to move Dude's car so I could drive mine. Clogs got no grip, and so when I planted my feet not to get blown over, the bulk of my whole self kinda caught the wind like a sail and I was like welp here I go. I didn't fall, I seem to have really good balance despite all of *waves hand at self* this and my inability to consistently remember that I live in a physical reality, but that's mostly just practice and muscle memory. I definitely traveled down that driveway at a clip I had not intended.

(I was glad not to be walking, an hour or so later.)

(As I had anticipated, I dozed off on the couch at about 5:30, and then Chita woke me up at 6, 6:15, and 6:30, so I got up and moved the car and made coffee, and I'll be a fucking zombie today.)

Dude and I discussed it; he slept a little better last night because he's sort of burned out on being anxious about the wind, but I apparently have an infinite capacity to be fucking anxious. He was like "yeah I worry about things blowing away" and I was like "I have formless heart-racing anxiety about everything and the only relief is that it's so bad I don't actually have time to worry about the things I normally constantly worry about [social injustice, nuclear war, my own economic precariousness, mean things someone said to me in fifth grade, that sort of thing] so honestly just panicking constantly about nothing is kind of a relief" and he was like "gurl" so. I did get a hug this morning, at least, though i wasn't expecting it because that's not his style but he was clearly quite tenderly concerned for me. Aw. (I was in the middle of something and did not understand what he was trying to do and nearly smacked into him and it was the most awkward hug ever but it was very sweet.)

Oh speaking of getting a poor night's sleep, yesterday my coworker came in and confessed he'd slept very little because he'd been up half the night in a Wikipedia spiral. Guess what it was about! You'll never guess.

Did Jim Morrison (of the Doors)'s Father Start The Vietnam War? The answer may surprise you!

That's the closest I've come to a shitpost all month and it's not even properly a shitpost! Though, sometimes I feel that's really the thing that distinguishes a stellar shitpost, when the absurd nonsequitur turns out not to be.
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So they installed the water heater today, and dude kept texting me updates. it took basically all day. but i arrived home to find dude, wet-haired and freshly shaved (he keeps a goatee and moustache but shaves the rest uhhhh infrequently; he'd been complaining that he was overdue but wasn't going to do it without hot water), doing dishes.

so i got in the shower and yes! yes it works! and it doesn't run out! and it's actually hot! and i hadn't realized how much low-grade attention i was spending to working around the old water heater, which sort of didn't... reliably... get the water... very hot... or refill very fast once it had been emptied. (if it had been sitting a while, the water was ehhhh lukewarm. if someone had just washed a whole lot of dishes or had a shower before you, but like... twenty minutes before you, then you were good. but that first shower in the morning, not so great. and if you took a shower right after someone had just been doing dishes or something, you'd run out. but if you got it just after the tank had been refilled and had gotten back up to temp, sweet spot!)

Kind of... a missing stair of my life, I guess. Anyway.

I am going to go to bed in a minute. i was just waiting for it to be 9pm because if I fall asleep before 9 I'm up at like 3 or 4 and I want to sleep a normal amount tonight. please don't be too windy, please let me sleep tonight, please.

wish me luck! me and my clean hair are going to give it a shot. i am so tired. all y'all with serious insomnia, i really feel for you.

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