The Sleep Blogger
Epidemic of good sleep breaks out
Irish coast: Having a wonderful sleep, wish you were here
The Sleep Blogger’s childhood buddy, whom he’s known ever since he was a wee blogger, called the other day to talk about the great night of slumber he’d recently enjoyed. After working all day to repair his mother’s barn, the buddy said he went to sleep at 9 pm and didn’t stir until 8 the next morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept that long and well.
The next day, the Sleep Blogger came across an essay from the New York Times in which someone else’s memorable night of slumber was discussed:
For my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary, our family went to Ireland to discover our roots and had the best sleep of our lives in a little town in County Sligo. Ten years later, we’re still talking about that incredible night. Forget the windblown scenery, the pink salmon, the monastic ruins and the wild swans at Coole. … “Remember that sleep,” we say, shaking our heads. “Wasn’t it just amazing?”
…. We didn’t even know such sleep existed. There was no other word for it but “heavenly.”
Curiously, the Sleep Blogger himself has recently experienced some particularly satisfying nights of shuteye. There has been a outbreak of what’s endearingly known as “good sleepin’ weather” in his little patch of heaven (aka the North Carolina piedmont). There’s some debate over what, exactly, constitutes good sleeping weather — see here for details — but SB’s formula is simple and straightforward: The nights have been cool, there is frequently a gentle rain falling, and even some of the notoriously rowdy neighbors have been lulled into quietude. In short, the Sleep Blogger is living up to the first precept of his chosen profession: Sleep well as an example to others.
Best of all, he neither had to travel to Ireland, nor labor hard in the service of somebody else’s barn.
