10:00pm: I'm weary, so I settle into my recliner; however, knowing that it's too early for me to fall asleep, I decided to tire myself by reading about 40 pages of The Real Eve before completing a Sudoku puzzle, which solved itself rather easily.
11:00pm: The Sudoku is done, and I wonder whether to try another, but I decide to turn out the lights and chill. I lie quietly and do my best to still my mind. I determine to stay relaxed even if it takes awhile to fall asleep, for I have heard that real rest is almost as beneficial as sleep. Mind you, I don't think I've ever heard an expert say this.
12:00am: I haven't really slept yet, but I think I might have dozed briefly. This thought encourages me, and I move myself to our shared bed. I stay relaxed but don't fall asleep although it is possible that I may nod off once or twice. It doesn't help that a Wiggles song has become a nagging earworm.
1:00am: Perhaps I will fall asleep in the guest bed where I have more room to stretch, so I move my body over there. My legs are very sore despite the fact that I have gone back on Celebrex lately, but I did have a vigorous session on the treadmill, and I may have overdone it. The Wiggles song (mercifully, I forget which now now) continues to play in my head, and I try to drown it out by internally singing Baby Beluga.
1:45am: It's not working, and although I try to remain calm I roll over to look at the clock.
2:20am: Hooray! I have been sleeping for 20 - 30 minutes, but now I am hotter than blazes. This occurs most nights; I don't usually sweat but my internal heat is ferocious. It is internal because our house is kept quite cool at night. Sometimes, I can find the right combination of clothing, blankets and restful position to overcome this heat problem: but not tonight.
3:00am: My body is still blasting heat, whether real or mental, I don't know. Despite the fact that I have purposed to lie peacefully for as long as it takes, I finally relent and get up to change the dynamics. Hopefully, puttering on the puter will cool me down and change my mindset.
3:30am: Sometimes, when nothing else works, I can find rest on the couch in the living room; I don't know why this works, but it often does. Tonight, however, this, my fourth resting spot of the night, doesn't work for me. I remain hot and uncomfortable, and my mind begins to compose this blog ... when it isn't humming a new earworm, Baby Beluga.
4:00am: A glimmer of hope: I know that I just thought of something good to include in this post but am unable to bring to mind what it was. This (being unable to reconstruct what I have just thought of) is always a good sign as is the fact that the clock has turned four. I often find that I undergo some sort of change around 4 o'clock, give or take a half hour or so. Maybe the magic hour will work tonight too.
4:10am: Back in the guest bed, I check the time and also notice that my internal furnace has shut itself off. Despite the fact my legs are still yelling at me, I know that I am ready to sleep.
6:50am: Less than three hours later, I wake up and change beds yet again to go snuggle with Cuppa while I try to get another few minutes sleep. I don't get those few minutes, perhaps because I am still listening to Baby Beluga sounding in my head. I wish I could actually sleep with the woman that I love, but I seldom manage to do that for very long any more. Would it help to have a king size bed, I wonder. But our expensive queen size bed is very comfy, still fairly new, and it would be an costly experiment to purchase a king size bed, probably to discover that it wouldn't help anyway.
10:00am: I finish this blog and note that I am am doing reasonably well despite the sleep deprivation. I decide to schedule this post to publish tomorrow morning (now this morning) since I have already posted once today. I continue to play Baby Beluga in my head, but not so much as previously. I determine to take a sleeping pill tonight although there's no guarantee that it will solve my problem; sometimes it helps a lot, and I suppose that it always helps at least a little.
And that's how a night with AC may very likely transpire although I must admit that it usually isn't quite that bad.