Night after night I make the same mistake. You’d think I’d learn, and hopefully putting this in writing will get me over the hump.
The mistake? I crawl into bed thinking I’ll just turn out the light and listen to a podcast. So far, so good. Snuggle under the covers on a cold winter night, turn on my iPhone and listen. It’s a beautiful thing. And there are so many podcasts I love: Lullabot’s Drupal podcast, the MacCast, and, naturally, the Apple iPhone Show, to name just a few. (Somehow the latter never gives advice about whether or not to sleep with your iPhone.)
The problem is that invariably I drift off. I come to an hour or so later, conscious enough to remember the iPhone is in bed, but that if I put it on the bedside table, it’s at risk of turning into a cat toy. So then I’m stuck half-asleep, half-awake in a tangle of wires. Come to think of it, I’m lucky I haven’t choked myself.
As if that’s not enough, today I read of a report linking mobiles to disturbed sleep. Apparently it has to do with to exposure to 884 MHz wireless signals. I suppose I could put it in airplane mode, but somehow I think this may be not just a wireless signal, but a signal to me. Read a book instead.