A Silent Night Not At My House
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A Silent Night? Not at My House
Summary
As I age, I've noticed my hearing isn't what it used to be. Yet, ironically, I now hear more nighttime noises than ever before?"sounds that disrupt my much-needed sleep.
Article
Growing older often brings diminished hearing, or so they say. I find this true, yet oddly enough, I hear more noises in the night now than I ever did before. These aren't just any noises?"they're new, disruptive, and completely uninvited.
I don’t mind noise in general. In fact, I often create quite a racket myself. However, I draw the line at noise that doesn’t align with my sleep schedule. At this point, sleeping is more than a habit; it’s an addiction. Once, I tried to break this addiction, but my wife quickly pointed out that I was turning into a crank.
As a younger man, I didn’t require as much rest. Some claim that aging reduces the need for sleep, but I disagree wholeheartedly. Today, I need more sleep than ever.
What I truly need is uninterrupted sleep. Anything that I hear while trying to fall asleep constitutes a disturbance, including certain individuals who like to chat as I'm drifting off. It’s not that I’m uninterested?"I just feel there's a better time for conversation: daylight.
No matter how much I sleep, I always wake up craving just one more minute. That extra minute is vital to my rest. Personally, I'm not a fan of alarm clocks. I consider them a relic of a bygone era that overemphasizes rising at a specific hour.
I think waking up should be a personal affair; one man's morning is another man's "do not disturb." If mornings were truly meant for rising, they’d feel more inviting. For me, the sign that it’s time to get up is the sight of my wife standing at the door, hands on hips, asking, "Are you ever getting out of bed?"
I might rise earlier if it weren't for those relentless nighttime noises. I crave a "silent night," and not just during the holidays. It's astonishing how these sounds remain quiet until I'm on the verge of sleep. Then, like a concert of chaos, screeching and yelling pour in through the window.
It's not that I dislike cats; I simply can't stand their nighttime caterwauling. During the day, they’re serene; at night, a full-blown ruckus. Our silent truce yields to pandemonium as they launch into a concert when I’m ready for bed.
Show me a cat that's quiet all night, and I'll show you one that’s been silenced permanently. Cats just aren't built for silence at night. They have an uncanny knack for activating the moment I go to bed. Maybe it’s a feline union or some mysterious network.
Just the other night, I could’ve sworn there were nearly 3,000 cats skirmishing outside my window. Perhaps they work in shifts, ensuring a full night of screeches and meows that test my patience.
Finally, when these nocturnal activities die down, and my backyard falls silent, another problem arises. The sole bird left unfazed by the cats begins its morning serenade at precisely the wrong time.
And if it’s not the noise, it’s my own worries keeping me up. Fortunately, I find solace in a Bible verse: "Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep." (Psalms 127:1-2 KJV).
In the end, not all the cats in the neighborhood can take from me what God graciously gives: the gift of sleep.
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