It Was How Hot?

Saturday night, time change night, I decided to stay up longer than usual. I generally trundle off to bed around 10:30, but I already get up so early, that I determined to stay up longer and, thus, get up later. I have been arising at 5-5:30, and I didn’t want to get up a whole hour earlier on the standard time clock. It worked out well enough, for I was able to stay in bed until the new 5:30, praise be.

As usual, I did waken several times during the night to pay my respects to the porcelain bowl. If I recall correctly, one time was at 2:30. I realized that my watch would have computed for the time change by then, so I began to think that it was really1:30, old time. As I mulled it over in my twilight state, I realized that it really would have been 3:30 DST. That made me feel a bit better, for it meant that I had slept for the best part of four hours by then. I thought I would be able to get some more sleep to get me nearer my preferred six hours, and it worked,

It’s only an hour change, but my wee brain does have difficulty computing how that hour works. For example: Sue keeps adjusting the timer in the living room for the light to come on when it is dark. I suggested that she wait until after the time change. She said that it would come on whenever it got dark. I argued strenuously that it didn’t work that way. As I later cogitated upon this assertion, I realized that she was correct. Why does this confuse me so much?

On the same Saturday night, via Alexa, I had noticed that it was 20 degrees outside (or 68 in that other system). How weird for the temperature to be 20C at 10pm on November 05 — in Canada of all places! That is simply crazy.

Also, when I did get up for that 2:30 trip to the loo, I noticed that Sue had no covers on and was on her back. I deduced that the lady was having a hot night.

She confirmed my supposition when she got up the next morning, for she had endured a rough night. Aside from the heat, she had been awakened by a howling wind. She couldn’t stand the noise, so, despite the heat, she got up to shut the window. After awhile, she opened it, but then it poured, so she got up to shut it again. When I arose at the new 5:30, the window was cracked open, and I could see that it had rained. 

During the night, I had been oblivious to both the wind and rain. Every so often, it works in my favour to be so hearing impaired.

But Sue hears everything, especially when she is already struggling to sleep in the heat that she was feeling  By then it was only 16C/61F degrees out, which is not exactly torrid, but she was feeling the heat anyway. Sometimes I wonder if the lady might spontaneously combust.

Addendum: The next day Sue heard music. She investigated. It was the ice cream truck — on November 06.