Crazy Mozzies

It’s happening again…when we were hauled out in Cyprus I would wake up like clock work every morning around 2am, hot and being chased by mosquitoes. Thankfully, the Turkish mosquitoes are not as crazed as the Cypriot variety. I don’t know what was up with those mozzies but I pictured them as little Japanese fighter pilots on methamphetamine. Instead of just buzzing around your ear, they would dive bomb your ear... literally fly into your ear. Do you know how loud it is when a mosquito actually flies into your ear? It was quite disturbing and I should consider myself lucky that the Turkish mozzies are not as brazen. But I don’t know what it is about that spot in bed. If it is being next to the bulkhead (or wall) which makes it warmer or if it is my circadian rhythm that fires up at 2 in the morning. But it has gotten to be a little annoying with it happening again on most nights. Especially when I look over at Mike who is fast asleep (jet lag must finally be resolved) and under both comforters with no mozzies flying in his ears! The night before last Mike offered to change spots with me and I quickly accepted. But soon felt bad because I could feel the cool breeze on my face from the open hatch while also feeling Mike swatting the mosquitoes who were now buzzing his head! Last night, when I awoke at 2am, sweating and swatting, I decided to go into the salon and sleep on the day bed. I figured that at least I would be cooler so I could hide under the covers and not leave any vulnerable arms or legs out for a feeding. So with the blanket pulled up around my face I tried to ignore the buzzing and go to sleep. I must have been successful for a while because I do remember a dream but it wasn’t a good night. But I have the best husband, because upon pulling myself out of bed, there was no propane left to heat the water for my cup of coffee. Mike instantly got the tanks and went to the store to get them refilled so I could have a hot cup of caffeine to ease the sleepless night. Or maybe he felt guilty about sleeping in the good spot! (uh…Mike here. NO! that is DEFINITELY not it! I’m just a good husband!)
The day ended up being much more productive than yesterday. Mike was able to get most of the plumbing for the toilet completed which is not an easy job. There was a lot of grunting and contortion going on in order to get the hosing from point A to point B. I sanded and got a coat of varnish on our companion way hatch cover but also sanded the tips of my fingers off making a go at the wheel (lots of little grooves and corners). I think that is going to be a project that I tackle a little each day. And the pizza was so good last night that we had another repeat of Little Italy while concluding our Godfather marathon. Man, Sophia Coppola really was terrible. We’re happy she moved to directing!