Sleepless in Seattle (okay, Tacoma, whatever)

I have not slept well recently.  For like, three months.  Factors: stress, the weather, my 41 year old body, my social activities.  Last night was bad.  A combination of middle age and pouring rain and cell phones.  Rain used to be a comforting sound when I slept.  In my old house.  In my new house the water rushing through the gutters loudly making me wake in a cold sweat thinking I need to get up and build an arc.  And then there's my neighbors wind chimes.  Wind chimes that are lovely on a warm summer day while you're sitting in your backyard bbqing with a beer in your hand.  Wind chimes that when you close your eyes, you feel as close to Africa as you can be.  Wooden and whimsical, the sound it makes is enchanting.  Unless it's 3:00 am on a windy night.  Then it's annoying and reminds me of someone turning the handle of a jack-in-the-box over and over.

And then there's this body of mine.  This body that can't decide whether it needs to be sweating or freezing.  I'm constantly either throwing covers off or trying to cuddle up to be warm enough.  This body that has decided its back needs to ache every night so I toss and turn trying to find a position that doesn't cause  pain, on back, on stomach, on side, leg over pillow, elevating head, elevating feet. ugh.

Bzzzzzz.  Bzzzzzz.  That's what I heard about every five minutes during the hours of 2 am and morning.  Someone's cell phone was buzzing and it wasn't mine.  I could hear it through the floor.  Thing One says it wasn't hers.  Thing Two says it was Thing One's, she could hear it too.  New rule.  Cell phones get turned off at night.

So here I am.  Another sleepless night and in desperate need of an IV drip full of coffee.

You would think this would give me a nice restful sleep tonight.  I'm not silly enough to fool myself.

I hope you slept well.

Have a great day.

Ciao,

Megan