Third Night

Somehow this slipped my mind when writing the last post, so I'll just leave it here for you. Sometime last week Amy complained that for a few nights I was sleeping right in the middle of the bed--and that I had both stolen the covers and could not be moved. The same day that she told me I made an extra effort to not sleep in the middle as a courtesy; but she seemed determined to get her payback regardless. After I crawled in I realized, not only was she super close to my side, she was clutching about a quarter of the covers to her chest and wouldn't give them back! Coincidence? I'm not sure I believe that!

Take a seat dear--let's catch up...IN BED!

I've now been home for...three weeks? Our internet connection was shot to hell until last Thursday and I started school two weeks ago. I guess what I'm saying is, sorry for not posting. RL got in the way. (side note: seeing 'RL' like that makes me think of RL Stine. I was a huge Fear Street fan growing up but that is neither here nor there). For today I have a few short comments, as there have been no earth shattering revelations to relay.

The first is something minor I noticed the other day. Amy is unfortunate enough to suffer all manner of physical ailments. Between headaches, achy joints, and 'numb toe,' barely a day seems to go a day without some sort of pain. I'm fortunate not to have such problems, but I have what one might call a laundry list of mental issues. These have at times gotten so bad I had to withdraw from school. Fortunately the worst of them is in remission now; Hawaii really suits my temperament.

And I'm sure many of you were on pins and needles to know about our 'nightlife' once reunited! Well, I can relay that the morning after I came home Amy awoke with an elbow in her back--and was pleased. I laughed when she told me (but I usually laugh when she tells me what I've been up to!). Naturally, the honeymoon is over and I'm once again getting complaints of hogging the covers (and the bed). Not that she's infallible, though she might tell you otherwise, last night she was snoring to high heavens! I was in the bathroom washing my face and it was loud enough as to distract me from this task. Several times I considered going and waking her up just to get her to stop. Fortunately, by the time I'd crawled in bed she had finished.

Other than that, the sleep is great!

First Night

Naturally we have a backlog of--until now--undocumented nocturnal hijinks. Far too many to compress into a single post. In today's post I'll mention only a tiny bit of background info.

First, I tend to go to bed after Amy. I'm a student (who is smart enough to know I'll never get up in time for an 8 am) and she works full time. Often her schedule requires her to wake up at four or five in the morning to get ready so this is pretty routine for us. What is noteworthy, however, is that even our subconsciouses are on opposite internal clocks of annoyance. Without fail, it will be between the time I crawl in bed and fall asleep that Amy rolls over/shoves her stuffed bear in my face/tries to steal my pillow. Equally as consistent is my ability to perfectly place myself to annoy Amy the second she wakes up in the morning. Apparently I am a cuddly sleeper.