Sleeping is a delicate thing, and not my best area.  If sleeping was a college course, I would fail miserably. Unless, of course, I was terribly depressed, in which case I'd really excel.  Under normal circumstances for me, sleeping requires being quite medicated,  along with some specifics.  I have to be laying on my right side, anything else is out of the question.  There's a certain pillow, and the cold side has to be up, which requires intervals of flipping.  My right arm is always folded under the pillow, and initially I have to move my feet.  Pajamas are problematic, particularly pajama pants, which always seem to crawl up around my calves, which is unbearable.  I also don't tolerate weight of any sort over my calves.  The blankets therefore must be warm enough to make up for the pajama problem, but not so heavy that my legs feel trapped.  There is sometimes a degree of moving my right foot back and forth.  I usually end up curled up with half of my legs sticking out of the covers, feet rubbing together like a cricket.  It must be quite a sight, and I suppose I could make a joke here about being high maintenance in bed. 

  It's not like it's a purposeful ritual, or a conscious one.  It's not like I have decided that falling asleep any other way would result in something awful: this is not a case of OCD. I could possibly have restless leg syndrome, but I've never mentioned it to a doctor, it seems silly to me, and I've been this way as long as I can remember.  It doesn't help that I've gotten dependant on Ambien.  The other problem is tinnitus, which doesn't happen more than once a month or so, but when it comes, it's pretty hard to sleep.  It's like trying to sleep when an alarm is going off in my head.  Funny thing, though, I only get it in my ear without the cochlear implant.  I guess it has to do with the hair cells being taken out?  
  There's not much going on today.  I fed the kids lunch and they had baths, and now it's nap time.  Everyone has runny noses & is cranky.  It's 3:30 pm, which means if I was at work, there would be this lady who would be calling out my name, and another lady would be watching one of the court shows, and the guy with the cowboy hat would be on dialysis.  It's kind of funny.  Sometimes I'll be flipping through the channels, and I'll think, oh, mr. j. is watching this right now while he's on the machine.  I can be home but my mind never really leaves.