I got some sleep last night after holing up in the bedroom and, well, engaging in a little late night stress release if you get my drift, but I'm sort of mad at myself that I couldn't just ignore the scratching sounds and the creaking of the doors in the other room and fall asleep anyway. Up here there are 84 year old men who live alone year round in creeky scratchy houses, some even without guns. You'd think that if they can do it I should be able to no problemo especially since I'm not alone at the camp.
It's just plain embarassing. The thing is that I'm not naturally a timid person. Cautious yes (even the older folks yesterday took issue with my taking the fuel tank out of the boat to fill it, though it says to do that on the tank itself, and of the fact that I demanded it be wiped down of gasoline before we started using it, because people die in all sorts of ways and not being careful is just inviting disaster) but not timid.
If this sort of fear of the dark stuff doesn't fade with age I wonder if it ever does. Dang nab it it would be irritating if it doesn't.