Ravings of a Mad Wombat.

You may recall my griping about fall and reduction in daylight hours per day. Well, as I mooted in that entry, I did indeed get a small happy lamp. So far so good, as evidenced by:

1. I seem to be capable of doing things in the early evening besides sleep.
2. I can do the yoga tree pose right after lamp exposure, which is my usual time, without having difficulty with my balance. That's right: I have trouble with that pose in the fall and winter because my brain is using my eyeballs (overmuch?) to tell it which way is up.

Caveats: It's been really sunny the last couple of days, and I spent Sunday recovering from Saturday night. The real test will be later this week when the rain returns.

Mayunn, several times in the last couple of weeks I haven't wanted to do squat after sunset. Not circumflatulation, not reading, not house cleaning. I go to bed early and sleep the sleep of the just: eight hours last night, no less than ten one night last week, and no less than seven per night since Sunday.

How do I explain this? The rain is starting to return — no need to water my outdoor plants for a few months, yay — but most of all, Seattle will be Down The Hole in under a month because it's up above 47°N.

Is it time to get a happy lamp? I dunno. Mornings aren't a problem for me. I just want my evenings back. Drink more tea? Maybe.

Last night was one of the Petting Zoo parties down in Sodo, to which I took the Tickler. Since this was a Burner-flavored* event, there were thundering herds of scantily-clad sweet things. The Tickler and I had huge fun watching people, or as they put it, being door queens.

Shallow fashion detials: my newish hot pink latex bodycon tank dress with "Slut" in Barbie-like type across the chest. Over that, my leather harness wrapped with two strands of blue electroluminescent wire with the drivers taped to the harness. I brought spare tape and batteries in case I needed them, so of course I didn't. Those batteries had probably been in my Burning Man bins since 2018. It is to laugh.

Was it kind of queer? Yes. Did the kinky folk show up? You know they did, but not quite in the same numbers as last time. Were the DJs good? Yes, notably a young lady called DJ Zucchini, who was mentored by DJ Trinitron. Trinitron had just come from the baseball playoff game and had gotten some attitude from the door people because she was wearing her Seattle Mariners shirt, and they didn't know who she was. Nyuk nyuk nyuk!

Today, Tickler-friendly, i.e. lactose-free, breakfast, then lunch at Made In House.

In summation, much fun.



*The Petting Zoo folks aren't really affiliated with Slutgarden as I'd thought. They just share personnel, including the founders of Petting Zoo.

After udon courtesy of the Wendling for dinner, a little housework, and (yeah, I know) Duogingo, I started to feel sleepy. It had been a rainy day, and local sunset yesterday was at 1837. So I listened to my body and went to bed.

I woke up afet 2230, took off my makeup and brushed my teeth, and fell asleep again around 2315. I slept until my alarm went off at 0600.

That's over ten hours of sleep. And I got what I thought was a decent night's sleep Tuesday night. I'm not entirely sure why this happened, but this is definitely a gift horse situation.