Tuesday Morning

It's almost 9:30 on Tuesday morning, and I am still in bed.

I've graduated to a sitting position, and I've swallowed my morning batch of vitamins, and I'm eating the breakfast I somehow remembered to set on my bedside table last night, but I'm still in bed.

Tuesdays are good for this.  My classes for the day don't start until 3:30 this afternoon, so Tuesdays can accommodate my body's preferred sleep schedule, which these days seems to run from around midnight to eight or one in the morning until nine.  This is not a practical sleep schedule for a real world life, but it works just nicely for a student.

And, speaking of sleep, for those of you who have followed here for a long time, and know my challenges in that particular area, these days I'm actually getting some.  After a year of taking supplements, getting natural health treatments, and well, the elimination of some major stressors, most nights I sleep at least four or five hours before waking, and can usually manage another 2-4 hours after waking.  I'm not ready to try sleep without supplementation of melatonin yet, but this thing where I can actually feel rested?  I like it.  I hope it sticks around.

So, this morning I'm going to sit in bed and write this post, and then I'm going to sit in bed and tackle the last lesson in my medical terminology class - a class which basically involves memorizing a huge variety of long and not so useful words, plus the greek bases, prefixes and suffixes that make up those words.  There's a quiz on Friday, so, once I've tackled the last lesson, and made the last set of flashcards, I'll be spending the remainder of the week working to memorize the vast amounts of information that those cards contain.

But, here's what I'm wondering - do we really need words that are this specific?  Words like melangeophilous, meaning "dwelling in loam" and emetomania, meaning, "a morbid desire to vomit."  Also, if these are really words, why does my spell checker have a heart attack every time I type them? It makes me question my competence in spelling.

I feel productive when I have time to accomplish a number of things from my "to do" list for the day before I ever truly leave bed and my pajamas.  There's something lovely about being super productive before ever dressing for the day.

And with that, I'm wrapping up this blog post, and off to tackle that last lesson that really is all Greek to me!

Comfort

When I got home from work last night I decided to wash the sheets on my bed.

And, at the end of the evening as I crawled into warm, sweet smelling sheets, I was reflecting on how wonderful the first night in freshly washed sheets always is.

I love the way the sheets are still tucked and taut, and you just get cocooned inside of them.

I want to be warm, but find that I'm not truly warm unless there's lots of weight in the blankets on top of me. I like that feeling of being buried in comfort and warmth.

I'm a fan of bedroom comfort, can you tell?

For me that means pillows. Mounds of them.

A long body pillow against the wall. It provides both insulation from the cold of the outside wall, and comfort options for leaning or sleeping against.

A pillow between my knees (or under my knees when I'm sitting propped up in bed). Mostly just because my back and hips are less sore if I do this.

Three pillows that go behind me when I'm sitting propped up. Two of these get sort of jumbled under my head while I sleep.

Last night pillows and clean sheets were high on the list of things that make me smile.