To Sleep To Dream
First night observations at the new apartment:
1. It's a bit of a trip (and even a risky one) to climb down the stairs for a midnight pee break. I should be used to this from my old loft, when I had the big tall loft bed, but somehow I'm out of the habit. At least the stairs are a little less perilous. Except that I haven't memorized where either the walls (to be able to navigate in the dark) or the light switches are yet.
2. The seagulls and ravens wake up really damn early. The seagulls are not so bad — they fly relatively high and sort of squawk along. But the ravens sit on the trees and powerlines just a few feet under my window and are incessant with the Nevermore-ing. I actually kind of see where Poe got the idea. Their call (at least for my local ravens) is a slow CAWcawCAW, CAWcawCAW. Repeat times about a billion, and you get the idea.
3. It gets a little chilly in here. Need to remember to turn the thermostat up before I go to bed. Cold air gives me weird dreams.
4. When having no more bedtime real estate than a folded feather bed, Ivan's preferred sleeping arrangement is directly on top of my chest, or on top of my head. That's a little extreme for a 16lb cat.
5. If you leave a mug with a little bit of frothy Nescafe in it when you go to bed, you wind up with a mug with concrete in it when you wake up. I hope that stuff doesn't do that inside me.
1. It's a bit of a trip (and even a risky one) to climb down the stairs for a midnight pee break. I should be used to this from my old loft, when I had the big tall loft bed, but somehow I'm out of the habit. At least the stairs are a little less perilous. Except that I haven't memorized where either the walls (to be able to navigate in the dark) or the light switches are yet.
2. The seagulls and ravens wake up really damn early. The seagulls are not so bad — they fly relatively high and sort of squawk along. But the ravens sit on the trees and powerlines just a few feet under my window and are incessant with the Nevermore-ing. I actually kind of see where Poe got the idea. Their call (at least for my local ravens) is a slow CAWcawCAW, CAWcawCAW. Repeat times about a billion, and you get the idea.
3. It gets a little chilly in here. Need to remember to turn the thermostat up before I go to bed. Cold air gives me weird dreams.
4. When having no more bedtime real estate than a folded feather bed, Ivan's preferred sleeping arrangement is directly on top of my chest, or on top of my head. That's a little extreme for a 16lb cat.
5. If you leave a mug with a little bit of frothy Nescafe in it when you go to bed, you wind up with a mug with concrete in it when you wake up. I hope that stuff doesn't do that inside me.