Wednesday,
April 2, 2003
Still surprisingly perky
I'm about to bore you with my sleep habits, so feel free to go check out the war news on CNN or MSNBC -- I won't mind.
With
two decent nights of sleep behind me, I'm starting to wonder just how badly
my insomnia/sleep problems have been impinging on my life. Laugh if you will,
but I have noticed one striking difference -- I've actually been able
to enjoy the convolutions of lunchtime conversation over the last two days,
instead of just sitting there and thinking, ". . .wha?"
And I didn't want to collapse into a small puddle and die when I got home last night -- in fact, I ran around getting food and some folding chairs for the FC meeting, helped Lyndon carry the table into the dining area, participated in the meeting and felt human all the way up to bedtime. Thing is, I don't think I have sleep apnea or anything like that -- I just wake up a lot in the middle of the night, sometimes every hour on the hour. Which, needless to say, will screw up your REM sleep quite nicely and turn you into a zombie over the long run.
My working hypothesis (and I'm sorry about this, sweetie, but so far the evidence backs this up) is that Lyndon's snoring wakes me up. I usually roll over at that point to check the alarm clock -- the movement prompts him to change position and stop snoring long enough for me to fall back to sleep, before the cycle begins all over again.
Being a scientist (stop snorting, Steve -- it's unbecoming), I plan to test this hypothesis. I wore earplugs Monday night; the result was that I slept like a baby, woke up without a problem and had a completely great day. I mean, you people saw what I wrote yesterday -- I was bouncing around like a Keebler Elf on crack.
I wore them last night and woke up once, whereupon I discovered that my left earplug had fallen out (which wasn't a problem -- I staggered to the bathroom, fished a replacement out of my drawer, installed it and went back to sleep). During that time, I did notice Lyndon was snoring, which is what woke me up, I presume.
I'm going to continue to wear the earplugs for the rest of the week and see how I feel -- if I continue to sleep deeply and well, they may have to become a permanent nighttime fixture. Hey, it could be worse -- I have friends with sleep apnea, and wearing the CPAP mask sounds a lot worse than a pair of soft foam earplugs.
News from the writing front
Jerry had to work late, so we wound up holding the FutureClassics meeting at my place last night (which was clean and sparkling, thanks to Lyndon). We only had two stories to critique so the meeting was fairly short and sweet, except for the occasional moments where we kept breaking each other up over some fairly filthy topics. If I haven't mentioned it recently, I love these people, I really do.
And since the news had already been announced on SFFNet, I felt it was okay for me to go ahead and tell them that 3SF had suspended publication due to its parent company running out of money. Which, for me, means that I now have to find homes for my two newly homeless interviews (after rewriting one of them at the interviewee's request). I already found out that LOCUS always does interviews in-house, so now I have to start checking the rest of the genre journalism mags and see about sending out some query letters toot sweet.
Publishing. Gotta
love it.