In the summertime, I want to be nocturnal. I want to work at night and sleep all day. Being too warm makes me very sleepy. And then at night when it cools off, I am suddenly AWAKE. Sometimes, unfortunately, the AWAKE doesn't hit until I am lying there in bed in my coccoon of blankets and sheets (because the AC in the bedroom makes it too cold otherwise- and I have to be warm to sleep), and I am listening to his snores, as he ever so gently shakes the bed with his snoring. He's not even snoring loudly. And if I were truly tired, I'd sleep through it with no problems.
But right now, I'm thinking of my deaf friend in college and her deaf alarm clock that I got to use and how it shook the bed. She offered to lend it to me to use as a way to simulate the "stick a quarter in to get the mattress to shake" beds, but I never wanted to take her up on it. I know he can wake me up easily by thumping the bed. I know he doesn't mean it. But I still wake up.
And I try very hard to stay awake all morning. I have a deadline to meet, and not sleeping isn't going to help me make my deadline any faster. So I end up going without sleep, and that's perhaps only making the situation worse.
One of my medications is supposed to be helping with the sleeping problems, but I don't take it in high enough doses for that to be an issue. I worry instead about it keeping me up, and then I realize it's the worry that keeps me awake, and the medication is supposed to help with the worry. Criminy. It's all vicious circles, and in the summer, it just means I'm crankier and tired.
And just think, in 10 years, I won't just have slightly warmer summers to contend with- I'll also have those yummy hormones helping crank up the temperature differentials in my system. I may yet long for these productive hot summer nights where I can just stare at the computer until I get tired. I'm not getting older, I'm getting grumpier. What a thing to look forward to.
I was followed home from the bar tonight by a cop. I was rehearsing what I'd say if he did pull me over. I know he'd ask if I had been drinking. I was plotting my answer that would not get me arrested. "Why of course officer, whenever I am cranky and dehydrated from sweating my tailfeathers off in this heat, of course I want to imbibe something that will make me even more dehydrated and cranky. Sign me up!"
Tyson was a quiet and unenergetic companion today. I think the heat index really helped. It's hard to be happy hyper dog in 100+ heat indexes. He likes the cat beds I got for Colin, so we have them lying about, and he's using them. I may give one to Cliff when he takes Tyson away.
I actually want to close my eyes right now. So I'll go try.