June 29, 2010
I’ve spent some time trying to decide if I’m crazy. I think that’s normal.
The latest thing also has me wondering if I’m just old.
It’s summer here in Utah, and the heat is on. Typically, when the heat gets bad, even though we have air conditioning, we try not to spend the GDP of a medium sized country on the air conditioning, but because of some allergy issues, we can’t just sleep with the windows open either. And because the heat has only recently been an issue, we’re still tweaking the sleeping arrangements.
Generally on the master bed, we have a sheet (not the fitted under-us sheet, although we have that too, but an above-us sheet), a quilt Kim’s Grandma Jean made us when we got married, and a down comforter inside a duvet cover. It sounds like more stuff than it is.
So the other night I got hot. Hot enough that by morning, I had only one leg still under the covers.
So the next night, we took off the duvet/comforter, and went with the sheet/light quilt combo.
I did not get hot. I did not get cold. But I think I only slept alternating hours. Turns out I need the heft.
I need blankets with some heft to them on top of me while I sleep. It’s weird. I mean, I would be the right temperature with just a sheet, but then it feels like I’m naked. Not that I mind being naked, or even sleeping naked. I don’t mind. But I need heft.
So last night, we removed the quilt, and put the duvet/comforter thingy back on. I slept like a baby.
Sure, I slept with a leg and an arm outside the covers. But I slept.
I don’t like the idea of being a picky sleeper. I want to be like a soldier who can sleep anywhere, concrete floor, back of a humvee, on a horse, wherever.
But apparently I’m a picky sleeper.
If you ever see me at Starbucks with an afghan on my shoulders, fast asleep with my mouth wide open . . .
Um. Please don’t put something nasty in my mouth.