Journal of sleepwalking incidents
Apparently I sleepwalk almost every night. Most of the time I have only my wife's say-so as to what I did or said. Sometimes, though, even if neither of us remembers anything having happened, there will be some evidence that I was busy while I was asleep. For instance, I might wake up in the morning and find that my glasses have been carefully hidden. (That's been happening more often, and it is a pain in the ass.) To my sleeping self, there must have seemed some very compelling reason to push them deep under KJ's side of the bed.
It used to bother me to lose volition and do whacked-out shit, but now I view it as a source of good stories. Here I'll share the things I say and do every night, as related by my beloved. I'll chime in with my own recollections in the rare event I have any.
Last night, apropos of nothing: "We should set up a time-of-day airflow switchback so that we can still have airflow at different parts of the day." Word.
It used to bother me to lose volition and do whacked-out shit, but now I view it as a source of good stories. Here I'll share the things I say and do every night, as related by my beloved. I'll chime in with my own recollections in the rare event I have any.
Last night, apropos of nothing: "We should set up a time-of-day airflow switchback so that we can still have airflow at different parts of the day." Word.