you always remember your first time

First night in the house for me was a bitch, to say the least. Because the night was cool, we decided to sleep with the windows open. In most cases, this would have been a great idea, except:
- I'm not yet used to the trains passing at the bottom of the hill in the middle of the night and blowing their horns (there is a railroad crossing at the foot of the hill, so I get it, but it's pretty loud at night with the windows open)
- a big wind kicked up at two different points last night and window blinds started banging everywhere
- around 11:30pm, some building somewhere toward the bottom of the hill had its alarm start going off. This went on for about five hours. I swear I would have preferred to hear nails on a chalkboard.

It really did turn into a scene from a sit com. First I tossed and turned. Then I grabbed my iPod (though I can never really fall asleep listening to music). Then I put a pillow over my head, with the iPod. After that, I decided maybe I had put my mattress down on the frame opposite of how it was set up at the apartment, so I flipped around and put my feet against the wall instead of my head. Once all that happened, I decided to grab the newspaper and a flashlight and read until I couldn't hold my head up anymore. But, when I got back to the bed, I decided to just close the window in the room, turn on the ceiling fan and try to fall asleep. I should note this final step happened around 3:30am. Finally fell asleep, and, as you can imagine, was oh so happy to have the alarm go off 3.5 hours later for a full day of work.

Tonight we're sleeping with AC and closed windows.