Sleep? What's That?

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Good morning and welcome aboard Old AF Sarge Airlines Flight 9672 with non-stop service to wherever we feel like going.

Please pay attention as the cardboard cutouts, er, cabin crew explain the safety features of this blog.

If you look directly overhead you will see the ceiling of whatever room you are currently seated in. Unless you're outdoors then you will see the sky. If you are aboard ship then you will see the overhead. Which is what the nautical types call a ceiling.

Why? I don't know, I was in the Air Force. A ceiling was a ceiling, unless you were aircrew, then it was something else altogether different.

ceil·ing
1.

• the upper interior surface of a room or other similar compartment.
• an upper limit, typically one set on prices, wages, or expenditure.
• the maximum altitude that a particular aircraft can reach.
• the altitude of the base of a cloud layer.

2. the inside planking of a ship's bottom and sides. (Source)

Oh. Maybe #2 is why they call what's over your head an overhead in the nautical services. As ceiling is something else on a ship. Or as the thing is over one's head, calling it an overhead just makes sense. But in that case, why does the Navy call the floor the deck. Why isn't it called the "underfoot." Hhmm, deep question worthy of further cogitation and analysis. Or not.

Now where was I? Oh yes, the ceiling, if we experience a loss of cabin pressure then nothing will fall out of the ceiling / overhead. One has to assume that the room you're sitting in is not pressurized at all, so the loss of cabin pressure might mean that someone forgot to close a window. As it's winter here in the Northern Hemisphere you might want to close that window. I'll wait while you do that.

In the event of a water landing hold the device you're using over your head, otherwise it will get wet and probably cease to function. Now if the water is too deep you're going to look pretty silly holding your cellphone, tablet, or computer over your head (no, no, no, not the overhead, "over your head") while you are drowning. Best let the device go and save yourself.

Oh yes, your seat cushion can be used as a flotation device. Until it sinks, or not at all if you're sitting on an anvil. But I digress.

Yes, it's another "Gee the Sarge didn't get much sleep last night did he?" post. Well, I did, sort of. I got to bed at a reasonable hour but woke up at 0430. (Which at this time of year can also be expressed as "zero dark thirty" as it is rather dark out at that time.) The feline staff, who have yet to adjust to Eastern Standard Time, were somewhat elated that perhaps it was time to have breakfast.

Well, it wasn't. Crestfallen, they made no attempt to go back to sleep but were content to just sit there on the bed and look pathetic and cute. That and poke me with a paw every five minutes. I have learned that the first poke is gentle and soft. The second a bit more forceful, the third will have just a hint of claw.

I have never stayed in bed long enough to see what the fourth poke is like. As my "mama didn't raise no fool." Which, if you're still reading this post, you may seriously doubt.

So I am sleeping well, just not sleeping long. While my rational thought processes, such as they are, are sufficient to get me through the day at my paying job, by nightfall I am a bit mentally "winded."

I try to walk it off between arrival at the manse and dinner, but sometimes it's a bit much.

Thinking that is.

I wrote this post Tuesday night in anticipation of posting it Wednesday morning. However, Tuna stepped in and had his marvelous post up in time for Wednesday, delaying this post (the one you're reading now) until Thursday. So bear that in mind as you read the post, the published time slipped by an entire day. (Though this particular paragraph and the next were written Wednesday.) So while I am still tired, I did sleep well and long on Tuesday night. Now that Tuna has given me Wednesday off, I can sleep some more.

Nah, I'll probably just read and stay up too late. Again...

Anyhoo, make sure that your seatbelts are fastened, your seatback is in the upright position, and your tray table is stowed. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll have (to blatantly steal from Suldog) "more better stuff."

Or at least something a bit more coherent.

We shall see.

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This here is what you call the "fine print." Here is where I would list any disclaimers, modifiers, pseudonyms, or harmful ingredients which Proof's lawyer might find actionable. Or something. Dear Lord but I am tired...