Ah, Tennessee in the summer. I hate Summer. It’s July 31st. August is looming like a vulture with its draining heat and humidity. UGH!!! Did I mention I hate Summer?
I don’t get people who like heat. My family loves heat. I love Winter. I hibernate in Summer where there is air conditioning. I remember the days before air conditioning very well. We all stayed up until it cooled down enough to work, then we slept afterward and napped during the heat of the day. School started after Labor Day–with all the huge windows open.
Maybe that sleep schedule is what lead to my sleep disorders, or maybe my sleep disorders are why that crazy schedule worked for me. My dad also worked swing shifts of one week days, one week evenings, one week nights. We all tended to keep his schedule during Summer so the whole family got messed up. Dad also did a little sleep walking. Once, he, a VERY modest fellow, got up around midnight and, in his boxers, went to the well-house and was tinkering with the wires. He told us he was trying to fix the short in it. Mama got him to go back to bed. There actually was a short in the wiring. He had no memory of this the next day.
Anyway, my point is that it’s 9:00 AM Sunday morning and I’ve been awake since 8:30 AM Saturday morning. Not sleepy.
