As a FAN of a Goognight's Sleep, I Admit I Have My Eccentricities

Monday night, I had a bit of a p.m. emergency and tragedy. My sleeping fan died and it no longer spun. I'm a fan of air blowing on me as I sleep, but I also like the hum the motor makes. I'm not sure when the addiction occurred, but I've slept with a fan well over 25 years. I went into a bit of a panic, put on my ceiling fan, but that hangs from a very high ceiling and makes all sorts of strange noises. Lying underneath it, I was sure it was going to fall on me in the night and not only wake me up, but cut me in half.

So, with Michael in Philly, I thought, his room has the best ceiling fan in the house, so I packed my pillows and moved down the hall.

It worked. I slept.

Yesterday, I went on a shopping hunt to replace the fan. Lucky for me Ocean State Job Lot had exactly the right one. It looks like the cartoon above, but stands much higher on a pole with a foundation.

Phew.

For years, the only nights I've slept without a fan have been in hotel rooms (where I crank the air-condition so I'm cold and there's noise) or at my old bedroom at my parents, where I simply endure the lack of the humming. It takes me forever to fall asleep there, but I eventually do it.

Research shows I'm not the only one with this fetish. I love to be cold while sleeping and almost 365 days a year I have my windows open (only to close them when it's too cold or super humid.

Fresh air and breezes matter and I'm glad I was able to quickly fix what could have been a more enduring tragedy.

Rest easy. That's my goal.