Dennis has used a CPAP machine for ten years. He has Atro-fribulation, an irregular heart beat. The CPAP machine kicks in with a metered rush of air when the heart wants to skip a beat. 98% of the time I would really need to struggle to hear it. Last night the other 2% lasted for four hours. The gasket over the nose and mouth just wouldn’t fit securely and the noise was much like an air compressor roaring through the house. Dennis slept like a baby through it. I tossed, I turned, I got up and went into the sewing studio for an hour. I came back up thinking I was weary enough to get to sleep. Finally at 2 a.m. I woke Dennis up and the process of putting the sleep mask on was started fresh. Ahh. Sleep.
I knew what the forecast was for humidity and heat and that got me up at 7:30 for a quick cup of coffee and then off for a walk. There was a breeze which helped. I was taunted by a pair of Canadian geese that felt threatened when I must have been in range of where their goslings were nesting. Hey! I had my own agenda. It wasn’t until I was back on the patio and tapping into that cup of coffee I had left there that the discomfort really set in. Coming in the computer had 78 degrees with 85% humidity and the dewpoint in the low 60s. I put on fresh clothes and went into the sewing studio to cool off and watch the news. Maybe Dennis didn’t sleep as well as I had thought through all the CPAP noise as it was 9:45 before he got up. As he made his way out to the patio porch with coffee in hand . . . it was a lot more uncomfortable than it had been when I had hit the county road.
We will be lying low over the weekend and weathering whatever Mother Nature throws at us.