Broken night last night, and broken because I foolishly said, 'Well, the terrycloth sheet doesn't smell that bad" and put it on the bed. After which I sneezed and coughed and coughed and sneezed and began a chemical stink headache and was miserable with that and unseasonable hunger pains. Didn't want to get up to remedy the situation because I was all bundled up with my beanbags and thought I'd get to sleep eventually. Didn't, even though I threw the terrycloth on the floor. Eventually-- like hours later-- I gave in, got up, took anti-histamines, ate some overnight oats, reheated a couple of beanbags and got to sleep sometime after six.  Then kept waking every hour or two until 10:30.

As always when I don't sleep deeply I woke unusually limber. Didn't last of course, but I managed a dark wash and four days' worth of dishes. And then went back to the laundromat with my own detergent and rewashed all the bedding I washed yesterday. Lowered my mask enough to sniff at the dryers and rejected the first and third because they did indeed smell of softener. A nuisance if I have to keep doing this every time I wash my bedding.