When fall finally arrives, I feel the need to hibernate. I think it's because there's a chill in the air (and in my house) and I slow down considerably even though I'm already pretty slow. I'm not a night owl per se, but I generally read until I get sleepy. Sometimes it's before midnight an sometimes way after. My husband gets up at 3:00, so I know I'll probably wake up then. I'll even read a chapter or two at 3:00 until I'm drowsy again. I just bought a book for my Kindle last night, so I was ready to get into it.
My dog is kind of like that too. Dogs really sleep through much of the day. Ours gets all kinds of energy in the evenings when my husband comes home. I tell him that she is good and quiet all day, and the minute he hits the door, she starts barking and jumping around to play Frisbee with him. She hits the backyard and drags in whatever outside toy she wants him to throw and off they go. When it's time to come in, she is still hyped up and just generally gets into everything. Last night, she found a whole box of Jolee scrapbook embellishments and chewed them up outside. How cute.
It's definitely quilt weather here, but I have to pull it on and off all night due to my hot flashes. I never had hot flashes like these until I had a hysterectomy. Now I know what they're truly like! My husband and I each have our own blankets and single sheets. We both do our fair share of tossing and turning, so the only solution was for each of us to have our own covers. A few years ago, my daughter was trying to purge my house of junk and wanted to give away a Bambi sheet she had when she was little. No, no, I yelled. She asked me what I wanted it for, and we had to convince her that we still used all of those single sheets. In fact, I have Bambi on my bed right now. My husband has a green thermal blanket that he adores for its warmth, but it sheds little dark green pills all over, and more than once I've thought I was seeing mouse droppings when in fact, they were blanket fuzz.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I need a nap, and it's only 1:47 in the afternoon. One good thing, though. When I'm asleep, I'm not eating, so I guess that is a good thing. Another benefit is that when I have a whole day stretching out in front of me, I can break it up a little with a nap, until my husband gets home. I guess I come by it honestly, because my mother always believed in taking an afternoon nap. She always made me lie down too when I was little, and I never slept a minute the whole time she napped. Of course, being a little kid, all I wanted to do was play. Now I totally understand the value of a good nap.
So, good afternoon. I'm off to read a little and nap. It's great to be retired.