Central Va has been experiencing crazy hot temps for the past 6 days or so. I’ve complained about this before, I know. I’m just not done with the whine. Last night the humidity must have easily been 90%. It never got cool. To top it off for awhile the moon was out and very, very bright. Thankfully some clouds came and blocked the fast approaching full moon.
Around 10pm I was on the couch reading a copy of The Atlantic Monthly from June–we’re a little backed up on the magazines. I dozed off and decided to go to bed. I’m not talking about falling asleep on the couch with my mouth open, snoring, while the magazine slips to the floor. I’m talking I blinked off a couple of times and decided that I must be tired and I should go to bed.
I could not get comfortable. The better-half was working late and that usually means that I can get some strong sleep in before he gets home. I am not a power-sleeper so getting to the place where I stay asleep when he comes home and gets into bed is something I strive to do. I think I dozed for a little while and then woke up. I was wide awake at 1am and stayed wide awake until I finally got up and went back to the couch at 2:20. The better-half was sound asleep by then. By that time, I was pretty worked up. If I can’t sleep, I start poring over stupid crazy stuff. That’s not exactly counting sheep.
It was cooler in the den because the door to the screened porch was open but the sky had a weird glowy pall. I bet I got 2 or 3 hours of sleep last night, tops. It certainly didn’t help that around 5:30 a sharp stabbing pin-prick of pain attacked one of my big toes. I can only assume a mosquito and I have news bug—Saturday is only supposed to be mid-50s. Bite now because you are about to Bite It.