I lost several hours of sleep on Friday night owing to excessive cold. Therefore yesterday I switched over to my winter quilt (it would probably have been clever to have done this in the middle of Friday night, in fact, but I was too half-asleep to think of it), and last night I wasn't too cold any more.

I still didn't sleep properly, however; I woke up at 4am and couldn't get back to sleep because of a strange rapid thumping sound at the barest threshold of audibility. For a while I seriously thought it was my own heartbeat, which would have been rather worrying since it was really quite fast for a pulse rate. It also kept fading in and out of audibility, so I also wondered whether I'd imagined it. And the more worried I got, the more my heartbeat became faster and louder, which didn't help either.

Eventually I convinced myself that it was real enough to investigate; opened the bedroom window and discovered that then it became much louder and had chords above it; it was of course the insistent bass beat of some neighbour or other's party. If I'd figured that out immediately, I'd probably have gone back to sleep, but my curiosity had been piqued and I'd woken up fully in the course of figuring out what was going on. Sigh.

One more week of work, then I'm off for two weeks. I'm building up rather a large sleep deficit which I intend to spend a lot of my holiday catching up on; in the absolutely ideal scenario I'll go to bed on Friday evening and not wake up until Tuesday afternoon, just in time to eat an extremely large meal and head out to the Calling :-) Until then, I've just got to carry on operating through increasing levels of exhaustion and hope I don't mess anything up at work too badly…

On a more frivolous note, here's a silliness that occurred to me at emperor and atreic's housewarming last night.

‘Why, Grandma, what big prepositions you've got!’

‘All the better to end sentences with.’