Do you guys sleep with your ground floor windows open?

Never. Last thing I do at night is check all the locks, the oven, the appliances, then maybe have a few drinks and hope for the best. They say I'm 'ocd'. I'll even barricade if necessary. There goes the neighbourhood.

I used to be like that; also, in the morning before going to work, I double-checked everything, even unplugged appliances.

But I've been living in this house for 40 years, now, and I will leave the windows open in my bedroom, which is not ground level. They are screened, so the cats can't get out.

If it's that period like it is right now, May-June, then open windows make everything very pleasant, though I do sleep with a fan all the year round, strictly for the white noise. 

I knew a guy once and I slept over at his place a couple times.  He had this big King size bed, sitting on the floor, which made it kind of cozy.  But, anyway, he also had one of those huge, industrial size fans - the kind that you usually see in big warehouses that have no air-conditioned and are six feet tall and the wind can be felt 25 feet away.  I don't know how he got it, probably swiped it, but that was quite an experience , trying to sleep with that mammoth thing blowing away at us from about four feet.  It was something.  But I can't say that I didn't enjoy it.  The white noise factor certainly was pleasing.  It's just that the blankets kept flying across the room.  I don't know how he did it every night, but he obviously was more attached to his sleeping fan than I was, and I thought I was bad about it!

White noise, for me, blocks out all other noises that could distract from falling asleep.  White noise almost always has to be from a fan, with the constant, pleasing "brrrrrr" sound.  It makes me feel very protected and it also probably helps distract me from indulging in my own night-time thinking that can keep one up at night.   And for me, the louder the fan, the better.   The fan/white noise is 100% consistent, and it never fails, so I really do think think there is a sense of being protected or, even, pampered by this inanimate object while you are sleeping. 

But this guy was something.  He lived in Las Vegas and picked me up at the airport dressed like Elvis Presley.  I didn't mind, it just meant that he was a fun guy, which he was.

Ha!  Okay.   Well, this would have been while I was in my early 30s and was hanging out in the hot tub at Chicago's main gay bathhouse.  I wasn't overly interested in meeting anybody; if I did, great, if not, fine.  I mean I was not feeling desperate that night, but as luck would have I started to talking to this fellow who was in town for family of for business - I can't remember now - but I know he wasn't looking forward to going back to where he was staying because they didn't have a fan for him to sleep with, well, that piqued my interest and my only other question was did he like older horror films and he said "Yes" and I said allright let's get out of here, I have a fan, and go back to my place, which we did.  And we made a bed on the floor and had the fans going on high and watched William Castle movies and cuddled and it was great.  He stayed for another day, and them about two months later,he flew me out to Las Vegas, where we partied our butts off.  Oh he was wild.  He was in therapy, too, and I'll never forget the time he told that his psychiatrists told him how important and necessary ti was for a person "to own one's own emotions..."  During the circumstances, I am surprised that it stuck so well, but it did.  He was a cool guy.

Our cats like our daughter’s room because she always keeps her window open. For some reason other cats rarely use that window.

It looks like Elvis is getting ready to rub the microphone on his nipple.

I don't know if we have talked about the movie "Pandemonium" or not, Toasted Cheese.  But this scene is hilarious!