You know the part of the song in Oklahoma that talks about the wind sweeping down the plains? Well, let me tell you, friend, it was definitely sweeping, swooping…I can’t think of another s-word for what the wind was doing. Thanks to the 50mph + gusts, my sleep was seriously cut short as in practically non-existent.
Well, I blame the wind, but it wasn’t the groaning house, rattling trees, the neighbor’s poorly closed garage door, or the overall general howling that kept me awake. No, friends, it was my dog. Dexter, Lord of the Great Toy Wars, is afraid of the wind. In his defense, it was a very noisy wind last night, but still…basically air. (Or not basically, but actually air.)
I know the wind came in last night just as predicted, because Dex (otherwise known as Jerky Dogface) woke me up at midnight trying to get in bed with me. (This is not allowed. I like my sleeping space dog hair free.) I went back to sleep(ish). Then Jerky Dogface licked my face and drooled on my sheets. This was followed by trying to dig out of the window through the glass. Finally, there was the crash. I have yet to investigate exactly what was knocked over, because it was nearly 3:00 am and as long as it wasn’t the fish tank, it didn’t matter. (It was not the fish tank. Moriarty/Murderous Mike is safe.) At this point, I coaxed Dex out of the hiding place in the corner under the table and into his kennel, covered it with a blanket, gave him a treat and pleaded with him to let me get a little sleep. After all, my job is what keeps him in dog food and treats. (You’d think he’d be more appreciative.)
I’m struggling this morning. Three non-consecutive hours of sleep isn’t enough for me any more. I am no longer in college. The massive amounts of caffeine I’m ingesting doesn’t seem to be helping either. Any suggestions? Oh, tried yoga and jumping. Something about getting the blood moving…or something moving, anyway. Good golly, miss Molly, I hope I don’t completely jack up this conference call…maybe some more caffeine…..
‘Til next time,