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Sleeping like a log

A number of my friends heard me in recent months complain that I had started to have sleeping problems. Old age, I’d say. No matter which ungodly hour I choose to go to bed, it would take me at least an hour of tossing and turning to fall asleep. And if a certain little person were to wake me up in the middle of the night so that I could bring her a glass of water from the kitchen, I would then spend forever awake before falling asleep again.

These last few days, I am suddenly able to switch off literally the moment my head hits the pillow. Moreover, I normally cannot go to sleep until the lights are turned off, which precludes Natasha from reading in bed once I decided that I cannot read any more. Last night, she wanted to finish the last ten pages of her book after I put mine away. I remember half-heartedly grumbling that I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep… and next thing, I woke up in the morning.

I have a number of theories for that unexpected – and welcome – phenomenon.

The intoxicating American air. (Yeah, right!)

The tranquility of our surroundings. (From a relatively noisy – even late at night – street in London to the quiet side road of the far-suburbia gated community where my parents live. There must be a grain of validity in that.)

The air conditioning. (Not that we ever truly needed it in London, but we had to sleep with our windows closed on account of the aforementioned noise, and the air did get stuffy after a while. Not so here in New Jersey.)

The reduced levels of stress now that the move is over. (Uhm… no! The move is not over until we are settled down in our own house, and there are still weeks to go before we do. My stress level is likely the highest it’s been in ages.)

The most likeliest reason of all is the two-hour-long commute to work and back. It surely drains the last of life from me, especially after several years of having a fairly painless 40-minute trek to work that I enjoyed in England. I must have not been tired enough because of that relatively short commute. Now I am. At least, it helps me fall asleep.

I suppose if I wanted to find a silver lining in spending 3.5-4 hours daily on getting to and from work, I wouldn’t find a better one.

I slept so well last night that I dreamt up a brilliant idea for re-angling my blog going forward. Alas, I slept so soundly that when I woke up I only remembered that I had a brilliant idea, not what that idea was…


  1. Jeri

    Too funny! I do that with brilliant ideas too. And when I get immersed in a project, I dream in the tools of that project – whether html, CSS, giant spreadsheets, MS project, whatever. Scary.

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