In case you were worried about me after yesterday’s post, I’ve pinpointed a possible cause for my recent exhaustion. It has nothing to do with stress, poor diet or disinterest. New York isn’t trying to mess with me. It’s trying to repair its streets.
9:38 p.m.: The Actor, Ryan and I are wordlessly watching “Community,” all looking beat.
Finally, I break the silence and ask about the weekend’s food festival on our street. The Actor’s face lights up. “Does that mean the road construction will be done? I haven’t slept well in two weeks.”
Duh! The road construction. It’s been going on overnight for about the last week and a half. I’ve woken up several times each night to loud noises. Loud noises aren’t uncommon here, but this wasn’t the normal symphony of the city – car horns, people yelling, car alarms, police horses or sirens. It was roadwork outside our windows. I remember trying to fall asleep Sunday night to the sound of jackhammering below.
“That night, with the jackhammering …” Ryan began. The Actor and I nod. Ryan goes on to tell us he’s been sleeping with his noise-cancelling headphones on. The Actor tells us it’s been happening from 10 p.m. To 4 a.m. He looks exhausted.
For the first time, I’m grateful to have the little room. It’s on the inside of the building, not the street side. Sounds like I’ve gotten slightly more sleep than the two of them did these weeks.
So I’ll stop being concerned about my my recent late-afternoon nap habit. It’s much easier to sleep through the car horns and general street noise than through dump trucks dropping loads and asphalt being broken up.