{"id":2692,"date":"2010-09-15T19:56:55","date_gmt":"2010-09-15T18:56:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/?p=2692"},"modified":"2024-09-04T16:25:30","modified_gmt":"2024-09-04T15:25:30","slug":"tales-from-the-mothhouse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/2010\/09\/15\/tales-from-the-mothhouse\/","title":{"rendered":"Tales from the Mothhouse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/di100915.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2693\" title=\"di100915\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/di100915.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"340\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/di100915.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.chaosnode.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/di100915-300x170.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>What&#8217;s the REAL reason for my lack of sleep? Not the wisdom of Solomon, I dare say.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>When I woke up this morning, I was so sleepy that I could barely stand on my feet without supporting myself. There is a reason for this.<\/p>\n<p>Do you remember before I moved here to Riverview, I used to call it the Moth-house? This was because the tiny village is called M\u00f8ll, a Norwegian word that translates directly as &#8220;Moth&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Little did I know that toward the end of the summer, I would have a genuine moth infestation in the house. I am not sure they are clothes moths, and in any case, even at the height of the swarming they probably did not weigh more together than a handkerchief. Still, there has been a steady appearance of small, winged creatures in the house. They are quite tame, even when I swat one away, it seems to think it is a play and soon comes back, dancing past my head following its invisible dream.<\/p>\n<p>Just lately, the weather has turned chilly. Not as in winter by far, but compared to summer. It went so far that I turned on the space heater in my bedroom, albeit at the lowest level.<\/p>\n<p>Even that was tragically too much for one of the surviving moths, who may have sought to warm itself in the sudden chill. By the time I arrived to sleep, the smell of roasted chitin filled the room. It is amazing how much a roasted insect can smell. \u00c2 It is also a quite unpleasant smell. So much so that I kept waking up. Eventually I gave up and went to the spare bedroom, where I went to sleep on the old and worn rubber foam mattress. I used to sleep on it, on the floor, every night for four years before I moved here. I thought nothing of it at the time. But clearly my body has been quick to get used to luxury, as is human nature. I did sleep, repeatedly, but not as deeply as I would have wished, and I woke up early.<\/p>\n<p>On the bright side, the stars were visible through the large window when I went to sleep. That was quite enjoyable. I am tempted to switch bedrooms &#8211; the one I use now has a smaller and lower window near the bed.<\/p>\n<p>Even after my morning meditation, I fell asleep again, and woke up horribly tired. All because of a moth. Or because I did not consider that this might happen. Such is life. I wonder if even the wisdom of Solomon could have prevented this one. Then again Solomon, having several hundred wives, probably did not need a space heater. I still question his wisdom in that one regard though.<\/p>\n<p>Surprisingly, I had no extreme difficulties staying awake through the day. No more than usual, I would say. Once again, I doubt that would have been the case even with a few dozen wives, but I may be overly optimistic about married life, having never tried it myself. Your spouse may vary, as may your moths.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What&#8217;s the REAL reason for my lack of sleep? Not the wisdom of Solomon, I dare say. 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