Kris saw a giant raccoon in the garden yesterday morning. "It's bigger than Simon!" she said, though it was gone by the time I got to the window. Rhonda tells us that it's after our corn. The first thing Kris did this morning was go to the window to check for raccoon. I think she wants one for a pet.
I know that it's probably just a matter of water retention (or the lack thereof), but I'm down to 184 this morning after weeks of hovering at 186-188. I'm still looking forward to the first 179 reading on the scales. I haven't been below 180 in five years.
Through its first hundred pages, Native Son is perhaps the most horrific book I've ever read.
There's a pile of sheetrock on the lawn, which I suppose means that the house passed its second electrical inspection yesterday. Kris had hoped to be able to pain the bathroom on Friday, but now it looks as if she won't get that chance til after the weekend. Still, I should have some new remodel photos to post soon!
I've been using my C-PAP machine for a little more than a week now, and I still can't decide whether it's doing any good. Ideally, the device would alleviate my sleep apnea to such a degree that my quality of life would improve markedly. It would be obvious.
After eight days (and 62.1 hours of sleep), I've noted the following effects — good, bad, or ugly:
- I cannot recall having dreamt yet with the mask on my face. I may be able to sleep the night through, but I don't think I'm achieving any deep sleep yet. I think the mask prevents that.
- Upon waking, I feel better rested. I no longer feel like I want to just go back to sleep.
- However, I'm still exhausted by mid-afternoon. When I come home, I want to nap.
- It used to be that I rose several times during the night to use the bathroom. I woke repeatedly for sips of water. I also found myself waking for no particular reason at all. In fact, I could not recall a night that I hadn't woke several times. (On the sleep study questionnaire, I wondered why they asked the question: doesn't everyone wake several times at night?) No longer. In the eight days I've been using the C-PAP machine, I've got up zero times during the night. ZERO. This is incredible.
- Though I'm not waking to drink at night, I'm still thirsty. When I wake, I'm parched. I drink a glass of water before doing anything else.
- I'm dieting. It used to be that, regular as clockwork, I would lose two to two-and-a-half pounds during a night of sleep. I attributed this to respiration and perspiration. Now, however, I only lose about a pound during the night. My hypothesis is that the breath mask (and its accompanying humidifier) balances the mass lost to respiration; I'm inhaling enough water vapor to compensate for that lost to respiration.
I misremembered the Clackamas County Fair rules. For some reason, I thought a person was limited to five entries total in the photograph division. The actual limit is four color photos and four black-and-white photos. I don't have any black-and-white prepped to submit. Grrr.
I've been carrying my camera with me everywhere I go, but haven't had the time to make any photos. Since last Wednesday, my life has been one scheduled event after another. This continues until next Monday. Not all of these scheduled events are chores — there's a Bend weekend, for example — but they're still scheduled. In order for me to feel truly relaxed, I have to break out of a schedule and do my own thing.
Fortunately, last night I was able to take a few hours to catch up on my backlog of BitTorrent downloads. I watched several episodes of the new Doctor Who (which remains relatively good, in a Doctor Who sort of way (meaning, if you don't mind the repeated use of zombies and rubber aliens, it's enjoyable)), and the first two episodes of Extras, the new show from the creators of The Office.
There are differences between watching shows via BitTorrent and watching them on regular television. There's no advertising, of course. I can pause the shows. But the most notable difference, I think, is that I can have google at my fingertips to look up actors and directors and the meaning behind the little British jokes that would otherwise pass my notice.
The second season of Battlestar Galactica has begun. I've downloaded the first three episodes, but haven't watched them yet.
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2004 — In Defense of the Dribbler Tammy's getting herself in trouble again in the Oregon weblogging world.
2003 — Nemo, Found In which I find Nemo (not the fish). In which Kris now has a lap cat.
Battlestar Galactica!!! It is my new obsession, thanks to an introduction by a friend who lent me his miniseries DVD and then alerted me to the first season reruns on SciFi. What an incredible show.
Here is a bit of trivia that may startle you as much as it startled me. Which of the main cast members is British?
As for the waking up parched thing, I feel very strongly that this is happening because you're not getting enough water during the day. Try upping your water intake during the day (not before you go to bed) and see if that doesn't solve your problem.