Thursday, January 29, 2009
A good night's sleep
Sleep has become a bit elusive here lately.
First off, the neighbors have dogs that are not long for this world, if I have anything to do with it. First the Labrador retriever starts up, then the Pomeranians have to chime in. Granted it only lasts maybe 20 seconds, but it happens at 2 hour intervals and I'm ready to commit dogicide. My cousin, in the vet business, says I could put Tylenol in balls of raw hamburger and throw them over the fence. They'd die and the Tylenol would never show up. Oh shut up, I'm not going to kill them for real but I want them silenced.
Second, we have an old lumpy mattress. I was actually whimpering reading Melinda June's description of her new bed. Four years ago we made the horrid mistake of buying an ultrafirm mattress. Now our hips and shoulders have bruises and my hands fall asleep, which wakes me up. Oh the irony of it all.
And last, I've developed an embarrassing snoring habit. I snort myself out of sound sleep more often than I'd like to admit. Yes, I've been tested and it's not bad enough to call it sleep apnea. I'm pushing for one of those astronaut-face-mask CPAP thingys anyway. Hubby snores too, and his cpap is gathering dust in the closet.
It's all a conspiracy, I swear.