While Visions of Radiant Tubing Dance in His Head
A sure fire way to tell that I'm stressed is when the day's trials creep in and disrupt my sleep. I've always been a sleepwalker of sorts. I don't usually wander around the house at night but I do occasionally do weird shit (usually in the bedroom) in the middle of the night while I slowly come out of my dream state. Sometimes I figure it out on my own, sometimes Marcy snarls at me through gritted teeth to get back in bed. On a side note, never, ever wake your wife in the middle of the night. Not for anything. I don't care if the house is on fire, if you want to survive the ordeal, I suggest you carefully wrap her in a blanket and carry her out Fabio style.
Anyway, I used to have my sleepwalking episodes much more often, like the time when I was a kid that my mother awoke one night to me peeing right next to her head. Or about 10 years ago when Marcy awoke to me crawling around on the floor, from window to window, searching for the person who was shooting at us.
Anyway, back to the story. Super stress seems to make me sleepwalk and yesterday was one of those days. I was frantically preparing for a client meeting to happen today and that, in and of itself, would typically be enough but I had the added "fun" of needing to prep the first floor radiant tubing for today's concrete pour. Before encasing radiant tubing it's important to pressure test it for leaks because no-one wants to cut into a concrete slab to find a pinhole leak. I had borrowed the fittings and tools that I needed to do the job. Unfortunately, once to the house I realized that the crimper that I had been given was the wrong size. Several frantic phone calls later I was able to find another to borrow from another mechanical contractor (it pays to run in those circles I guess) and was able to get the job done just as it was getting to dark to work.
Apparently, I took that stress with me to bed because on several occasions last night I awoke to find myself checking the tubing. Another side note here, how great of a pick up line would that be? "Hey baby, how would you like to come back to my place and pressure test my tubing?" That's a double slap, guaranteed. I may try it this weekend and find out.
6 comments:
Sorry to hear about the shitty day. On a (hopefully) lighter note, do ride at Bradbury state park often? My wife is running in the Pineland farms 50, and We are staying at the state park. Any info would be appreciated.
Thanks,
GEorge
Rick I can relate. I usually run a full service coffee shop in my sleep. Never wake Hattie up to inform her that drinks are backing on the bar and to get her ass in gear. If you wake up with a bruised shoulder you know why.
Or I get up, turn on the light, and stand there lost, dazed and confused. Then I get grilled at for waking her up.
OR Hattie sometimes likes to talk back to me to have fun. NEVER EVER tell her "Shhhh, don't be fresh" When you wake up in the morning you will wish you were still sleeping.
Best of luck to you
Perhaps you inhaled a bit too much of the stuff in the "tube"
george, Bradbury is a great place to ride and you can find out more at bradburymountain.com. unfortunately, I'm not the most knowledgeable about the trail system. you should ask the other blokes that commented here. both wheels and andrew ride there much more often.
Andrew, it's nice to see someone else who suffers from the same affliction. I too have done the turn the light on in a stupor thing too. not advisable.
wheels, now that you mention it, before I added pressure to the lines I did do an initial check by blowing into the tubes. you might be onto something
Thanks, Rick. I hope your tubes at tight and you have been sleeping better.
If you are around Bradbury for Memorial day, let me know.
George, I can be. give me a reminder before you head this way.
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