At approximately 4.30am this morning, my cat Patti was sick all over the bed. I am annoyed by this, not because of the sick — Patti is very good at being sick, and we have come to accept this as just part of who she is — but because it interrupted what was, I’m pretty sure, one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had for a very long time.
Seriously. It was an unusually good night’s sleep. So much so that when I awoke to the inimitable sound of a cat being sick — if you know, you know — my first thought was not “oh God, she’s being sick” but “damn, that was an unusually good night’s sleep”. Closely followed by a frantic attempt to get Patti off the bed before she erupted, but sadly I was a little too late.
Rather than start a load of laundry in the middle of the night or sleep beneath a vomit-covered duvet, I instead went to hopefully continue that good night’s sleep in the spare bedroom. My wife didn’t wake up throughout any of this, I hasten to add, and the sick was enough on my side of the bed that I didn’t think she’d accidentally come into contact with it while she slept, so I left her to it. She told me this morning that she woke up for a wee, was briefly confused by my absence and then accidentally put her hand right in it, after which she immediately understood why I had gone elsewhere.
As it happened, I did manage to get back to sleep surprisingly quickly, and while I didn’t feel like getting up early today, I did feel quite refreshed when I did finally rouse myself. I had an interesting dream, too; I was visiting my old clarinet teacher from childhood, who had installed himself in a much bigger, nicer house than back when I really knew him. I recall complimenting him on his house and the huge plants he had in carefully labelled glass pots in his front garden, and him laughing that I thought he’d still be in the place I last saw him nearly 30 years ago. I woke up shortly afterwards.
Anyway, the reason I feel having a good night’s sleep is worth commenting on is not just because it’s already late in the afternoon and I haven’t thought of anything to write, but because I’ve struggled for a long time with getting to sleep. But last night it just seemed to come nice and easily. Perhaps it’s the exercise. Perhaps it was the warm milk. Perhaps it was the two episodes of Deep Space Nine. Perhaps it was a little of all of the above. But I hope I can make a habit of that.
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