Thunder, clapping
4/6/21 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonMy sleep patterns are in a very awkward state of unable to sleep properly and passing out in strange places. Do I need a nap at nine in the morning after being awake since two? When I woke at two after being asleep from ten, should I have just gotten up instead of lying there pretending I was falling asleep until it seemed like a reasonable time to get up?
Does it matter at all, when I have nowhere to go and nothing to attend to except, perhaps, remembering to type a few things here and there at a (mostly) unscheduled pace?
Should I think of the neighbors when I have the urge to take a bath at four am? We rarely hear noises from their side; should I assume that they hear very little from ours? I'm so used to living above or below -- I'm not sure what the protocols are for this type of home.
The wind makes the flap covering our fan make a slapping sound at night sometimes, so he likes to leave it on so the pressure equalizes, but I have a hard time with white noise. Should I try listening to soft music, like I used to when I was younger? I've certainly fallen asleep to the dulcet tones of murder podcasts often enough recently; should I try to inflict my sleep assistance sounds on him?
Should I be trying to regulate myself more? Normalize eating times and sleeping times and waking times to the sound of distant drums? Should I allow my internal clocks to run haywire and spread the cogs on the floor like pieces to an unsolvable puzzle? I'm tired more often than not and I can't tell if it's from the years of running myself over broken glass or the constant unsleep terror of the pandemic.
It's all questions and no answers at all these days.
Does it matter at all, when I have nowhere to go and nothing to attend to except, perhaps, remembering to type a few things here and there at a (mostly) unscheduled pace?
Should I think of the neighbors when I have the urge to take a bath at four am? We rarely hear noises from their side; should I assume that they hear very little from ours? I'm so used to living above or below -- I'm not sure what the protocols are for this type of home.
The wind makes the flap covering our fan make a slapping sound at night sometimes, so he likes to leave it on so the pressure equalizes, but I have a hard time with white noise. Should I try listening to soft music, like I used to when I was younger? I've certainly fallen asleep to the dulcet tones of murder podcasts often enough recently; should I try to inflict my sleep assistance sounds on him?
Should I be trying to regulate myself more? Normalize eating times and sleeping times and waking times to the sound of distant drums? Should I allow my internal clocks to run haywire and spread the cogs on the floor like pieces to an unsolvable puzzle? I'm tired more often than not and I can't tell if it's from the years of running myself over broken glass or the constant unsleep terror of the pandemic.
It's all questions and no answers at all these days.
