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?)
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?)