The Guest Blogger and the Sleepless Night

Okay. I'll admit it now. I'm now an official Marylander. I have come to this conclusion after a sleepless windy night.

Now, first, you must understand that I grew up in Wyoming. I had the rattling windows. I love the wind. I couldn't sleep out here for the first 6 months unless the wind was blowing (which wasn't often). I have never been scared by the wind, I've been comforted by it. Until last night...

The wind was blowing harder than it ever blows out here. That, of course, means that there will be all sorts of strange sounds. And boy, were there. There were all kinds of thuds and thunks. There was one thwack against my bedroom window that nearly frightened me to death. These noises came in such a way that it sounded like someone was moving around my apartment. My roommate is gone and my boyfriend was already asleep at his own home 60 miles away. The noises were so bad that my cat was frightened (his tail was 300% bigger than normal).

So I did the thoughtful thing. I called my boyfriend and woke him up to reassure me that I wouldn't be killed. Such a wonderful girlfriend am I. He did manage to calm me down and I did manage to get some sleep. But I'm mortified this morning to realize that none of those actions were indicitive of someone from Wyoming. To be fair to the state, I must relinquish my Wyomingite-ness and adapt to the fact that I'm now from Maryland. Dang it.