annieology

It’s 2 a.m.  I’m in bed and sweating profusely.

Now, before you congratulate me, I woke up this way.

I being the coldest person on the planet, always sleep with two quilts, however, Tech Support doesn’t agree with the number of blankets we keep on the bed, and on occasion will throw them off of him and onto me.  Leaving me with the equivalent of four quilts instead of two.

And it makes me hot and sweaty.

And I realize why in prehistoric times couples slept in twin beds.

Prehistoric as in, before the Flintstones.

I wonder what the world had to say when Fred and Wilma were shown in bed together.

Anyway, I had the brilliant idea last night to go to bed early.  I figured the 12 hours of darkness was the universe’s way of telling me I needed more sleep.  But it turned out that when I woke up in the middle of the night my body was under the impression that I had just taken a nap.

So, I amused myself with funny blog possibilities, hour after hour.  I used to keep a note pad on my night stand to write such amusements down.  Although I can never recreate the “Mrs. C3PO” hilarity from the night before, those things often bring  me great joy.

Like last week, what could have possibly been the death of me, became another moment of great joy.

I was attending a Women’s conference with some friends, who turns out have other friends, and there were many of us and we split up rooms.  I was room with someone I did not know well and someone I did not know at all.

Being exhausted from the long day I quickly collapsed into bed so that I can quickly fall asleep without thinking of my burning feet and hopefully not have to think too long and hard what was on the floor that had made my feet burn.

All is quiet.  Me and a friend and a stranger, snuggled in for the night.  When I get a tickle in the back of my throat, indicating that I will probably be coughing for the next eight hours.  Now it would be inconsiderate of me to cough constantly while others were trying to sleep.  Luckily, the stranger was the motherly type (annoyed with my coughing) and  had brought cough drops.  I gladly accepted one and snuggled back in.  It worked quickly.  Yay.

There I was with a cough drop in my mouth, happy that it was suppressing the cough, sad that I would surely wake up with a dead hamster feeling in my mouth because I was not then going to get up AGAIN and rebrush my teeth.  (considerate, always)

As it slowly dissolved, I began to drift to sleep, then startled awake with the realization that if I were to drift off to sleep before dissolution, I could very well DIE by choking on a partially dissolved lozenge.  Who wants that for a story?  Surely not me.

It was the slowest dissolving lozenge of ALL time.  I’m guessing it would take nearly 18 hours to dissolve, but I can’t well chew it up.  CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP.  (considerate, always) So, I lie awake waiting for it to dissolve, amusing myself with funny blog possibilities that I would surely never remember.  Trying not to choke on a partially dissolved lozenge when I laugh at my own hilarity.

And one day I will remember why it would it would be funny to marry C3PO.  Because it sounds funny.

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