It is a known fact that the only thing guaranteed to clear the room faster than Taco Bell farts is an enthusiastic retelling of the amazing dream you had last night.*
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Tag Archives: Sleep
Check Your Calendars
It’s been almost a year since Husband got his CPAP. Almost a full year since I last slept next to a dryer full of gravel set to high.
What?
Death by Jindosh Lock
Never let it be said that I am not willing to point out, when the rare opportunity presents itself, my own imperfections.
I am, for example, not as young as I used to be. Shocking, I know. But that’s not all!
I Can’t Sleep With Duke Ellington
Where is she going with this?
Those of you who are not married to engineers don’t really understand what it is to live with one. Moreover, I’m not sure you can fully appreciate just how different their brains are from normal brains.
But it’s okay, because I have, right here, a story that will explain – in the example format you so love – exactly what sets the bulk of humanity here and engineers somewhere way over there.
Gone in 90 Seconds
In the midst of all the Halloweening, I totally forgot to mention that we got the results of Husband’s sleep study!
Oh, it was a glorious day. And not only because I figured out how to make my phone do some cool new tricks: it now silences a call when I flip it screen-down, wakes up immediately when I pick it up from a table (no swipe to unlock!) and immediately goes to sleep if I set it screen-down on a table.
Barking Mad
We’ve reached a summer détente on the blanket issue: husband gets both comforters because I only want the sheet. It’s gotten too hot at night for anything else.
At least the monster never steals my pillow.
That doesn’t keep him from heaping the blankets on me throughout the night, so that I wake up sweating and have to toss them back over to his side. But he’s been unable to cry “blanket thief” because I react too quickly.
HA!
So what’s his new plan? Oh, he’s got one.
