Dylan Thomas entreats us to rage against the dying of the light. My apologies to Mr. Thomas, but I really wish the light would just die, already.
You would probably like an explanation of that, yes?
I have mentioned before that I sleep a lot. A LOT a lot. Specifically, from 9 p.m.-6:30 a.m. However, I am not a heavy sleeper. I can't sleep through everything. Or anything, for that matter. I certainly can't sleep when it's light. At this time of year, there aren't enough dark hours for me to sleep as much as I want to. When we go to bed at 9 p.m., the birds are still singing and the light seeps in around our bamboo window shade. So I lie there until it gets dark enough for me to fall asleep. Then, around 5:30 a.m., again with the birds and the light and the lying there, not quite awake, not really asleep. It's very irritating. The lack of sleep gets worse when it gets hot because I ALSO can't sleep if it's too hot. So basically, I spend all summer sleep-deprived and irritable.
I'm really fun to live with. Just ask A.
The summer solstice is on June 21 this year, which means I have another full month before the daylight even starts to lessen. Then another couple of months before it's dark at bedtime again. Welcome to my own personal hell.
What keeps you awake, duckies?