Things That Make Me Happy: #31-33
I have been particularly exhausted this week for some strange reason so I’ve decided to make this edition all about sleep! And things I love about sleep! Yay sleep!
#31: A Good Bed
Good mattresses are hard to come by, aren’t they? Either they’re too hard or they’re too soft or they have a lump in the middle from someone’s ass. It’s terrible. I travel a lot so I know a thing or two about good mattresses. And then there are PILLOWS. Oh lordy, I went to the Children with Diabetes conference in 2006 and the pillows were DIVINE. I seriously wanted to smuggle one or two home with me in my suitcase. The hotel wouldn’t notice, right? I’m sure they have some kind of deal with the pillow companies. When I was in college, I had a terrible mattress at one of these “furnished” apartments and it was just AWFUL and my mother actually bought me a new mattress and frame. The bed I had was so hard and so squeaky that I was waking myself up in the middle of the night and thus was exhausted permanently. Invest in a good mattress, that’s all I’m saying.
#32: A Quiet Room
I live in New York City, which means silence? Doesn’t exist. I live with two roommates, who are wonderful and really don’t make any more noise than you’d have living in a house with siblings, but, you know, they’re people. Who make noise because people do that. But I also have the displeasure of who I believe to be Shoe’s little sister (those of you in the diabetes community will recognize Shoes from Kerri’s blog, but for those of you who don’t, Shoes is the former upstairs neighbor of a fellow blogger who was VERY LOUD when she walked around). Erik and I have taken to calling my neighbor “Little Shoes” for that reason. She’s not actually making any noise right now (yet) but has a habit of tossing things on the hardwood floor of her bedroom, walk around until 1 a.m., stomp and open and close drawers and move around boxes all of which I CAN HEAR. Now, I don’t really care about this in the daytime, but at midnight? Yes, I care. GO TO BED. Ahem. AND THE PIGEONS. Oh, God, the pigeons will drive me from Manhattan, I am convinced. Forget the sirens, forget Little Shoes, forget the humming of the radiator. I WILL MURDER THE PIGEONS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. I wear earplugs, for those who are wondering.
A quiet room is a beautiful thing.
#33: Sleeping In
I really shouldn’t say this, because I know that sleeping in really isn’t great. It throws off your body’s clock, you’re groggy, etc. But man, I love sleeping in. Sleeping in after a long week and too much to do feels like such a wonderful little vacation. Especially when you’re dreaming about something really nice, like Zachary Quinto.
Whoops. Did I say that out loud?