I don’t know what’s up. Normally I am a champion sleeper up there with Rip Van Winkle and his peers – but the past few weeks I’ve been having trouble falling asleep.
If it’s a windy night – no problem. The sound is soothing and I’m out like a light. But there have been several nights where it is so, so quiet when I’m trying to fall asleep, and dead silence is no good. My stuck inner-ear bones allow me to hear my heartbeat at a frightening volume, so it’s pretty awful.
A small quirk of mine is that I like to sleep with a pillow on my face – pressing down on my eyes as it leans against the wall. The pressure is soothing and knocks me out, much like takeoff on a plane ride. But somehow our pillows are all messed up and I used a feather pillow that put tiny little scratches on my cheek, making me look like the loser in a duel against a mouse. Great. Now I have a fear of feather pillows. Chalk that one up on my ever-growing list of phobias.
Um, where was I going with this? Sorry.
I haven’t had a lot of sleep lately.
Oh, yeah – what’s been working. So after watching 47 minutes tick by on the clock, it turns out that all I need to sleep is Alec Baldwin. Ahhhh…. his golden voice can lull me to dreamland anytime. And as it turns out, he has a public radio podcast! Can you believe it? Dulcet tones and a mind-numbingly dull format? Set that going on the iPod and we’ve got a recipe for sleep success!
(Ok, it’s not a dull format, it’s just that I’m really, really good at ignoring people when they talk.)