As many of my readers might already know, i enjoy some clinomania, frequently, often .. well to be absolutely honest to the definition, I try to be a clinomaniac. My sleep pattern has been screwed since my age reached double figure, no idea why.
The thing is this, I get snuggled in bed, too tired to do anything but rest but the dropping off the edge into sleepfullness eludes, for anything up to hours. Too tired to stay awake and too awake to go to sleep. Then when I do drop off the edge I will wake fully consciously in order to move, and thus we begin again, the waiting waiting for the Mr Sandman, Major Soporific, Senîor Siesta to do their thing and this cycle will continue until I eventually reach a time to get up [usually because I need a pee, or someone is visiting].
With my hovel being all on the ground floor having a window open and curtains parted is really not an option, with the recent muggy nights, hormonal hot flushes, the itching of fresh bites [thank you Mrs Gnat, i really needed another nibble at the nicker line] there has been even more to disturb the disturbed patterns. I have tried sleeping with an osculating fan but the drone of the motor and the draft of the fan causes more problems than it cures. I cannot stand drafts, having fresh air is one thing, feeling it across my face or up and down my back has other intestinal disadvantages.
With the recent weather I have been fine, windows open, doors open, curtains part closed, happily going about my day to day stuff, but when I get up off the sofa to go to bed I am drench in clammy heat, getting to bed feeling a sticky muggy mass, a damp down with the flannel refreshes but just the exertion of doing so feels like a battle.
So after clock watching until 1.30am waiting to ‘drop-off’, then glancing again at 3.19am, and looking again at 4.08am .. the rolling rumble at thunder at 5.11 was neither a disturbance or a relief. I lay there thinking, ohh goodie entertainment, then when the rain started, it was ohh goodie some refreshing air temps, some lack lustre flashes of lightning did little to energise, it seemed the weather was suffering from its own mugginess. The ‘storm’ lasted til 6.30am. I rolled over and ‘boxed the compass’ clock and anti clockwise, tried to think of a to-do list for today and then it was 7.45am and my upstairs neighbour was starting his washing machine while he whistled a happy tune.
So I reckon, I’ve managed, in lumps and clumps, around four hours sleep across a period of ten hours, not a good nor healthy ratio.
I really must try and retrieve most of the duvet from the floor, it insists on sliding off the bottom corner – I think it like the rest of us is melting.