Meanderings: January 25, 2000

Tuesday,
January 25, 2000

Ka-ching! God, I love payday. Okay, so I'm not going to have a lot of it left over, since we're still paying off the November trip, but at least I had enough to get my hair cut. It's not touching my shoulders anymore -- whee!

Meanwhile, on the home front, I think I really scared poor Lyndon this morning. He tends to stay up late so that he can talk with friends in IRC (if you ever try to call us at night and get a busy signal, that's why -- try calling one of our mobile numbers instead), which means that he comes to bed late. Which is exactly what he did early this morning -- he wound up staggering in around 3:30 am.

Now, this wouldn't normally be a problem, except that 1) I was really tired and had gone to sleep relatively early, and 2) Lyn lost his Indiglo watch, which he uses as a mini-flashlight when he comes into the room late at night. The sum effect of this was that he stumbled around the room making a lot of noise, which woke me up from the shallow part of my sleep cycle. I must have muttered something, because he thought I was completely awake and started talking to me. After ten minutes of this, I was then fully awake. Still tired, mind you, but fully awake.

So he gets in bed, and I try to get back to sleep, which takes a long time. Just as I'm drifting off. . .he starts snoring. Now, Lyndon's snore is a penetrating thing -- the ATF is reviewing use of it as a sonic weapon against drug dealers and religious fanatics. I staggered up, found my earplugs, jammed them in, and got back into bed. No go -- not even the earplugs were working tonight.

By this point, I'm 1) extremely tired, 2) wide awake and 3) increasingly pissed. I grab my blankets and go out to the living room, where I can crash on the couch and get some sleep. This lasts for about three fitful hours, at which point the alarm goes off.

Grrrr. . .

I grab my blankets, go back into the bedroom, and kick the bed, snapping at Lyn to get up. He jerks up, asking blearily if anything's wrong. I explain what my night was like, in exquisite detail.

Lyndon is a good, sweet man, and he's immediately apologetic. Since my eyeballs feel like they're about to fall out of my skull, I crawl back into bed and tell him I'm going to doze while he's in the shower. Still snarly, I close my eyes and tumble back into the Land of Nod.

Later, I wake up and stretch, thinking Hmm, that nap seems to have done the trick. Then I glance over at the clock.

It's noon.

I found out later from Tina that Lyndon wasn't sure if I wanted him to wake me up, and was afraid to find out. So he let me sleep. Poor baby -- he probably thought I was going to tear his head off. In the meantime, however, I levitated out of bed and jumped into some clothes. Thank Allah I work with understanding people, not to mention a flexitime system (that's definitely something I'm going to miss in the States -- I'm not cut out for the Puritan work ethic anymore).

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