{"id":157,"date":"2006-02-03T00:28:38","date_gmt":"2006-02-03T07:28:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/?p=157"},"modified":"2006-02-03T00:28:38","modified_gmt":"2006-02-03T07:28:38","slug":"insomnia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/?p=157","title":{"rendered":"Insomnia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Somewhere between the dishwasher&#8217;s rinse cycle downstairs and the moment I usually fall asleep is a quiet time of night where I listen to nothing after a day&#8217;s fabric of noise. In the middle of this spell, the silence is usually broken by a pair of great horned owls. One has a perch near the deck, the other a block or so down, and they rally back and forth for several minutes over this and that. It always makes me smile. I enjoy this time. Sleep follows soon thereafter.<\/p>\n<p>A few months ago, a little toy truck of Ford&#8217;s awoke me in the middle of the night (in my BEDROOM!) with a shorted battery going BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP chuggachuggachugga and, without opening an eye, I lurched for the toy and chucked it out the window. I didn&#8217;t care that Ford loved this truck so much that he took it into the bathtub with him (explaining the short). I didn&#8217;t ponder how he&#8217;d feel about it&#8217;s sudden disappearance.<\/p>\n<p>Well, he didn&#8217;t ask for it after the toy disappeared. But I felt the bad karma might return to me. And it has, with the BEEP BEEP BEEP sound of a reversing toy truck rattling from the forest floor below my window. It&#8217;s a little elfin hardhat area hammering away at my nerves. <\/p>\n<p>See? This is why I am getting rid of all the plastic, battery-op crap. What&#8217;s a Waldorf doll going to do to me? STARE me to death with two beady little embroidered eyeballs?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Somewhere between the dishwasher&#8217;s rinse cycle downstairs and the moment I usually fall asleep is a quiet time of night where I listen to nothing after a day&#8217;s fabric of noise. In the middle of this spell, the silence is usually broken by a pair of great horned owls. One has a perch near the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-157","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/157","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=157"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/157\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=157"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=157"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}