Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Ah-ha! That is why sleep was running short.

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I should know this by now.  Then again, sometimes it is more, or less, obvious.  I didn't go down until well after 6:00 this morning.  Which is fine, considering I am in a rolling sleep cycle thing.  Not a choice, mind you, just an application of my reality.  Odd how a woman can fix that, mostly, but I don't have one in my back pocket currently.  Hmm, women fixed it even without medicine.  That is odd.  Never mind.  I woke at about 11:00 or... something not good.  Oh, I can live on that little of sleep, but it will bring me down.  Quickly.  Then it hit me.  It was just a bit too warm.  I need cool to sleep, below some threshold.  If it gets above, even slightly above, some number... I am not even sure if it is a fixed number or if it is related to other health issues at the moment... then I can't sleep.  If it gets too high, then my sleep becomes a feverish nightmare.  Trauma dreams, and hell, visit and tear into me.  Sometimes I have no choice, having no options and needing sleep so badly that... I got what I got.  Now I have ac.  Just a window unit, but it is enough.  So I turned that on, though I skipped adding the fan as well as the temps were just bordering too much and I only wanted a short bit more sleep, not a freezer coma session.  There are times for that, but this wasn't it.  I finished my sleep and woke pleasantly just a bit ago.  A few hours ago, that is.

I added some of the freshly thawed ham slices to my pot of beans and put that on to heat.  I've been tinkering with this and that as well.  I've been mostly on autopilot so far, and may remain that way.  Stiff and sore, with a few burning scrapes to remind me that my efforts were real.  I won't be doing anything too heavy, but I would like to hit a couple of things.  The dryer lint cleaning, picking up recycling and stacking or even breaking down boxes, a meal, and... something else.  I think I can get to it, I don't know if I will.  Just because there is enough wiggle room doesn't mean I have the wiggle to go with it.  Still, a plan is in play.  Oh, a shower would be good, but that wasn't the other thing...

I am holding off on the computer until the hog I ordered comes in.  That is a couple, two to three, months away.  At the turn of the month, I will recheck my finances, and probably buy the wheat grinder.  I also need to see if I have been paying my dues for this and that, between here and then.  I have been rather... asleep at the wheel.  These things can sneak up on me if I am not paying attention.  Doesn't matter if you have every bill but one in order, that one can chew you up.  Not awake, but working on it.

Later.

4 comments:

  1. Dang wimen folk. I don't have one in my back pocket either.

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  2. You ARE a womin in a back pocket! All women are, it's just a matter of whose back pocket. Even their own, from time to time. But they are dang, to be sure! It's why I stopped at sixty, give or take... so far. Just one more... the keeper. But then, that's it for women! I hope she can hold on tight.

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  3. Yes, for sure we are dang but, clearly, men are dangier. :-)

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  4. Why... I should hope so. And thankless is our job! Meh, we like it just fine. Mostly.

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