a new dawn, punctured bed

continuing events from previous post

i wake up just shy of 4am to an unexpected, though perhaps not unforeseen event. the airbed had deflated. not quite 2 years of use (naturally way over the warranty period -- which, come to think of it, may have just been a month; or was that the not-satisfied-replacement-period?). hmm. i re-inflated it with the included handy-dandy airbed inflator doohickey and laid back down on it.

couldn't go to sleep. whenever i would move from a particular position (lying flat on my back, centered width-wise on the bed), an annoying high-pitched whistle would start up. for a seemingly tiny sound, it could be heard distinctly over the whoosh of the box fan at the foot of the bed.

by dint of a little experimental moving around, i gathered that the hole was towards the end with the air valve, and at the bottom surface. likely, at least. will have to run a test to see for sure.

now, thinking about it, the house has now been through 3 of 4 airbeds purchased of like manufacture (we got them all from the same store). louie's gone through 2; but his floor is wooden parquet (and the likelihood of splinters), while mine is grouted tile -- so i don't know; maybe just material fatigue over time.

options? back to the store to inquire about a repair kit (though in louie's experience they were not available at least one time that he's asked), or buy a new, non-inflatable bed. um. have to think about that.

being awake, decide to get on with the daily pre-flight stuff (medications, ablutions, etc.,) -- just on a lark (rarely if ever am i awake at this time). jose's already up; expectorating. inquiry reveals that at least he did get more sleep than recently with that one dose of syrup; and he goes back to his room.

by 5:30, i was ready. taking my leave with a text to jose, i was off.

got to the office before full dawn broke; a new day, a long one, loomed ahead.