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Maybe I could get away from all this frequency trouble. Listening to these guys I am remembering that the only time I don't have sleep troubles is when I'm living in a tent... camping. I sleep like a chorus of angelic creatures outdoors. Not only that, but I wake up in the morning, often before dawn, awake, awake... as opposed to the quasi-upright-mostly-sleeping thing that characterizes my state for the first couple hours I'm out of bed. In town I am so sensitive to noises I'm nearly out of my skin at all times. In the wilderness, noisy birds don't bother me at all. In fact, they tend to make me happy. I'm even usually mellow about the confounded frog mating cacophony every year for months on end.
So if I can't have a nice cushy cave in remotest China, or a nice little cabin by a geothermally heated pool in Iceland, maybe I can get up into northern Canada or Alaska... try not to be tempted by the earthly perfection of polar bear paws....
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