It was a hot one today. Especially so inside the 10×12 bedroom I call home. It’s not well ventilated and due to curious cats, I don’t get to leave my door open more than a crack. Usually I leave it closed so I am less disturbed by noises on the other side of the door and they hear less of me as well.
I have finally managed to get the old air conditioner to work. It’s something I should have done in the spring but I’m well known for avoiding tasks I deem difficult or I stop at the first obstacle I hit. The AC delay was a great example. I had tried a number of methods to get the bedroom window open. It fell closed last year with a BAM and it was jammed.
I got help and within 15 seconds, the window was open and I wasn’t sure how to react. I hate being the guy with a phobia of asking for help and inconveniencing others in the slightest way.
I need duct tape to hold the big exhaust tubes and some hard frame to keep them in place out the window. But until I can go buy some tomorrow, I will have another poor sleep night waking and peeing and waking.
I am really hoping a change in temperature is the secret to that issue because otherwise I may have prostate cancer and I’ve been ignoring the test kits the doctor keeps sending. It’s always a tomorrow thing.
The window is open and at first I thought that was enough but the benefits of a mild wind are negated when that light wind is super hot too.
I usually stay awake in bed till just past midnight no matter how hard I try. Today will probably be no different. I’ve been over hydrating and peeing more frequently because of it. Argh.
All I can do is lay here waiting until I no longer notice… Until it’s 40 minutes later and begin the cycle.
Am I a genius, or fillable. I broke down and listen to that little voice saying; just smoke a little bit. The goal being to think less random things and focus one one till I’m tired. This morning at 7am I did a fair line and prompyly went to sleep for almost an hour – twice in a row.
I realize it’s not the same as smoking a bit before bed but the logical me is just behind the impulse me to already be putting the pipe back down before I realize it was a dumb idea.
Still, I seem to fall asleep just after midnight anyway and the 3 hours ahead of me now are never remember much anyway. I have to be quiet and in the dark at least initially so he gets a full sleep. It has become a good time to blog. About the day – or the might.