Guess I needed the sleep...

[mousme]

So after working a night shift from Sunday to Monday, and only getting four and a half hours' sleep from Monday to Tuesday, I was a whole lot tired when I got in (late) yesterday.

I took a bath here, where the whirlpool tub tried to kill me. I swear, the thing is alive! I didn't even switch it on: it switched on by itself, and then wouldn't switch off! Then I managed to switch it off for a while, and then it switched on automatically again. Then when the bath drained it switched on again! While the bath was empty! Thank goodness there were no other guests here last night: they would have murdered me.

Anyway, I got up at 08:00 for breakfast (actually, I woke up at 08:03 and scrambled madly to get downstairs in time), left a message for Nana* so that we can get together for tea sometime this week, and then decided that I was still tired, so I went back to bed for a nap... and promptly slept for another five hours. I had a stabby-behind-the-eye headache when I first awoke, and since it's still there I just took a bunch of headache candy, which should take care of the problem.

I am diagnosing massive lack of sleep. I honestly look as though someone has punched me hard in both eyes. Depending on when Nana is available, I am likely going to sleep in soundly tomorrow as well. This is a vacation, after all, and what are vacations for, if not resting? My B&B is delightful: the bed is comfortable, and it is dead quiet here. Plus, wireless internet, FTW! The only thing that doesn't appear to work is outgoing email from my Sympatico account, and so I'll just switch to my web-based email accounts for the duration.

*Nana is not, in fact, my grandmother. She is the closest person that I have to a grandparent, however, and has been more of a grandmother to me than anyone else.

Apart from my paternal grandfather, I never had much contact with any of my grandparents. My paternal grandmother died just after I turned a year old, and my maternal grandfather followed just after I turned five, but he was ill for many years before that and so I rarely saw him. My maternal grandmother was a very troubled woman (I'm being polite, here), and really didn't want much to do with me. I saw my paternal grandfather more than any of the others, but he too was a troubled man (in a different way), and was aloof and awkward around children, although I think he loved me in his own way.

Nana was my friends' nanny. Everyone calls her Nana. She was their mother's nanny, too. I didn't even know her real name until last year: she was always just Nana. I spent a lot of my childhood in her company, and consider her my real grandmother in most ways. So every time I get a chance to spend some time with her, I do.

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Ok.. had to check; mirandaaskew is Montreal-born, Halifax-raised, and it's occasionally been weird when she meets other Haligonians who I've met somewhat independently (e.g. my gun club friend Ted who recently moved off to Deep River, and whose wife has become deeprivermom belonged to essentially the same high-school-clique, but started high school after she'd already left for university; naturally a high-school-clique-history-extension conversation ensued when this became known).