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Sleeping in Cars
Jul. 15th, 2002 09:09 amI wasn't able to sleep much in the car on the way home from Anthrocon. Bard was driving, so I could have. Julia had no trouble sleeping -when has she ever? - but even though I was exhausted, I was restless. The main time I ever can sleep in the car is when Bard is driving home from one of our parents' houses. For some reason, a post-parental visit tires me, and those highways soothe me.
This morning, I woke up to find out that the friend I'd expected to show up at my house for a driving stop on his way back from Anthrocon had in fact come in when I was asleep, and was sleeping on the couch as I'd told him he could. He'd brought another friend whom he was taking home to Albany. They didn't want to wake me up, and apparently the second friend didn't feel right coming into my house uninvited, so he slept in the cab of the truck they were traveling in, on the curb in front of my house. When I stepped out at five am, I told him that he was being silly, of course he was welcome, and should come in to rest. He insisted he was comfortable, so I let him be, though I'm pretty sure my neighbors will not think well of me when they pass a man sleeping in an old truck on the street, feet sticking out of the window, as they head out on their morning commute.
I had to drive Julia to meet a 5:45 am bus back to Boston, which meant that by six am I was alone five minutes away from my office, which is not quite enough time to drive home, get any decent amount of rest, and drive back to my office. So I decided to sleep in my car, in the parking lot at my office, for a few hours, before coming in to work. I'd done roughly the same thing in the very early spring, after dropping a friend who had visited off at the White Plains airport for an early flight, so I still had a pillow and a warm flannel blanket I'd never taken out of the back seat of the car. I set the alarm on my Palm Pilot and curled up on the back seat. Occasionally, being only five feet tall has its advantages. I certainly fell asleep, though because it was bright out I slept in fits and starts, only about twenty minutes at a shot. After about an hour, I realized I was really warm. I laughed at myself, realizing that being covered in a big flannel blanket was probably not right for July. I took it off, but kept holding on to just a corner, as I have trouble sleeping without clutching something.
( Then after that, I guess I was dreaming... )
And I wake up back in the car, having just had that quick semi-lucidish dream, I suppose. I really don't want my coworkers walking by and seeing my underwear, since my skirt seems to have hiked up while I slept, and it's almost 8:00 anyway, so I get up. I think about Trickster, and I think about coming up here and typing the dream down before anyone else arrives in my office. Even as I repeat the plot in my head to myself, I realize I'm losing pieces, but I'm determined to try. I get out of the car, and close the doors. I buy a strawberry banana smoothie in the cafeteria. I'd wanted cottage cheese, but that cooler hadn't been filled yet. And I come up here, and type.
This morning, I woke up to find out that the friend I'd expected to show up at my house for a driving stop on his way back from Anthrocon had in fact come in when I was asleep, and was sleeping on the couch as I'd told him he could. He'd brought another friend whom he was taking home to Albany. They didn't want to wake me up, and apparently the second friend didn't feel right coming into my house uninvited, so he slept in the cab of the truck they were traveling in, on the curb in front of my house. When I stepped out at five am, I told him that he was being silly, of course he was welcome, and should come in to rest. He insisted he was comfortable, so I let him be, though I'm pretty sure my neighbors will not think well of me when they pass a man sleeping in an old truck on the street, feet sticking out of the window, as they head out on their morning commute.
I had to drive Julia to meet a 5:45 am bus back to Boston, which meant that by six am I was alone five minutes away from my office, which is not quite enough time to drive home, get any decent amount of rest, and drive back to my office. So I decided to sleep in my car, in the parking lot at my office, for a few hours, before coming in to work. I'd done roughly the same thing in the very early spring, after dropping a friend who had visited off at the White Plains airport for an early flight, so I still had a pillow and a warm flannel blanket I'd never taken out of the back seat of the car. I set the alarm on my Palm Pilot and curled up on the back seat. Occasionally, being only five feet tall has its advantages. I certainly fell asleep, though because it was bright out I slept in fits and starts, only about twenty minutes at a shot. After about an hour, I realized I was really warm. I laughed at myself, realizing that being covered in a big flannel blanket was probably not right for July. I took it off, but kept holding on to just a corner, as I have trouble sleeping without clutching something.
( Then after that, I guess I was dreaming... )
And I wake up back in the car, having just had that quick semi-lucidish dream, I suppose. I really don't want my coworkers walking by and seeing my underwear, since my skirt seems to have hiked up while I slept, and it's almost 8:00 anyway, so I get up. I think about Trickster, and I think about coming up here and typing the dream down before anyone else arrives in my office. Even as I repeat the plot in my head to myself, I realize I'm losing pieces, but I'm determined to try. I get out of the car, and close the doors. I buy a strawberry banana smoothie in the cafeteria. I'd wanted cottage cheese, but that cooler hadn't been filled yet. And I come up here, and type.
