Rough Night

Sleeping in this ridiculous heat is, well, challenging to say the least.  Air conditioning is limited to one room (NOT this one, that's for sure) and is out of my personal control.  The windows in this room are situated at the easternmost, heat absorbing side of the house, and the northernmost corner nearest an asphalt pad that radiates heat all night.  Nice in the deepest days of winter; in the sweltering summer...not so much.  Doors are kept closed for privacy and hearing protection; so not much circulation of ambient atmosphere.  What I'm saying is the micro-climate is not very friendly or sleep conducive.

Then, of course, there is the issue of managing this massive body of mine.  Comfort at night?  Forget it.  Any body part that touches the mattress heats up immediately and feels like a crush injury.  Skin surfaces out of the range of the fan rapidly become coated with an annoying film of sweat.  Ripples in the top sheet or a stray hair blown across an exposed cheek (facial, not buttock-al!) feel like bugs crawling.  All cause much tumultuous rolling around and hysterical pleading to the weather gods.

Should I mention the night time hazards of the chronically small bladder I share with most of the women in my genetic line? (Yes, we all have our OWN actual bladder!  All of them seem to be teensy weensy.) The need to pee every hour almost exactly on the hour does not allow for much REM sleep.  My dreams are scattered and scary.  A two hour doze I now consider a "good night's sleep."  And these hot, hotter, hottest temperatures make it all the more difficult to attain even that.

Also, I've had Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl" playing in my head for almost a week.  Clearly, I need some cooler climes.