early night, very early morning

After finishing up yet another job application yesterday I decided that I was tired, and, just to be different, I'd go home and get to sleep early. By the time I fished doing my yoga and reading my 1000 words of geologic literature it was only 21:30. I slept deeply and peacefully, till I woke up at 0:34 sweating. Yes, it is that tie of the year again--someone has turned on the heaters in the building, and I forgot to open the door to the balcony wider than just a crack for fresh air before climbing into my loft. (Yes, I do have a small fan in the loft with me to keep the air moving, but while it helps, it isn't always enough.) I've been sleeping on a single-wide mattress since clovis_t moved to Edinburgh. When he was here I had my egg-crate foam folded in thirds lengthwise next to that mattress that came with the house, and then a few doonas spread over the top to even it out a bit to make a bed that worked for two slender people, but wasn't the world's best. But when he left I decided that I'd rather put the eggcrate foam onto the rather thin foam mattress and get a little more padding. This was quite comfortable, and I enjoyed having all that space on the loft next to the bed for storage, but it had one huge down side--when I wake up over-heated there is no cold side of the bed to scoot over into and drift straight back to sleep.

Therefore I got up and did something about it. I've been thinking about what to do for packing, and where to keep packed boxes, and had finally decided that if I pull the couch forward about a meter there should be room to stack boxes behind it, and still get into the closet next to the loft (which, fortunately, has a door on the left, and a wall that doesn't open on the right, so I can stack boxes right up to that wall without interfering with access to the closet. When I woke up too hot it suddenly occurred to me that I have another option for bedding. I can take the double mattress off of the couch (which is a futon frame), and put the single mattress on the couch, with the egg crate foam on the back of the couch. I tend to only use the couch to lay down to read, or sit up/forward for working on sewing projects anyway, and it isn't likely that I will have much in the way of visitors in my last 1.5 months in town.

Therefore I made it so. Pulled out the couch (swept away months worth of dust that had accumulated back there since last it was moved), lifted down the 8 boxes of clovis_t's books from the loft (where they'd been doing duty as a stand for my stuffed animals and the little fan), and put them behind the couch (which has also moved a bit to the right, leaving a path to the side of it for bringing boxes in and out of the storage area. Yes, that does block access to the second half of the door to the balcony, but I can cope with being able to reach only one of the doors--it is plenty wide enough for me to walk through when I need to. Then I wrestled the old bedding down, and the new bedding up and put everything back together.

I *love* re-arranging furniture and cleaning and organizing things!

I then crawled happily into my new, much wider bed at 02:55, and drifted back towards sleep again. After about 30 minutes I realized that I wasn't going to actually cross that line into true sleep, so I got back up and came back across the street, where I have done useful things like catch up on the posts to LJ and Facebook that happened in the 7 hours I'd been away, and posted a geoblog on the topic of moving and not having control over where/when. Now it is 05:00 and I should probably go get one more nap; I fear I'm not quite rested enough to do productive uni work...

not bad given the late start to the day

Today I slept in several short naps--the first part of the day the waking bits between naps alternated between keeping my personal in-box empty/reading LJ/FB/blogs, and accomplishing useful tasks (like cooking). I didn't start actually doing work related stuff till late in the day. Despite that I've still put in more than five full hours of work, wherein I made good progress on a major job application, submitted a minor one, and actually started filling in some writing to the outline for the paper that will summarize my current research. It is still mostly outline, but the couple of paragraphs of text I added bring the total to 829 words. It is a start.

Alas, my exercise for the week is largely non-existent. I must make more time for that.