I put myself to bed at 6pm yesterday. I wasn’t sick per se, I just had one hell of an exhaustion hangover bought on by three days straight of working, two awesome and very different concerts that necessitated long discussions afterwards resulting in eight hours total of sleep and one fractured nap, an attempt to go a fair on Sunday that was rained out so just a beautiful drive to lunch through the spectacular spring green and, despite assurance of this not happening right away, Husband started another project and began to remove the stairs to the basement. A project he will not finish in one day like promised. A project that created a lot of dust, dirt and debris that he just threw in a pile on the floor in the basement so that when the tornados the weather guys promised us land and the power goes out, we have to step over all the pieces of wood trash filled with nails in the dark and then take up shelter in a room filled with pissed off displaced bugs. Result from that loooong weekend of awesomeness? Bedtime at 6pm on Sunday night.
At 1am, I woke up to a rather loud thunderstorm with sparkly lightning and rumbles that sounded like they were inside the house. I moved myself to the couch in our newly renovated den and snuggled in to ‘watch’ the storm. But I’m useless without my glasses all so I did was watch the hazy lightning light up the darkness, throwing the dark shadows into weird Dr. Seuss shaped trees. I worried about the owls but other than the dancing tree leaves just above the street light, their nesting spots were in darkness. Only two of the triplets have been hanging outside anyway. The third dude, Harpo, hangs out in the nest watching video game, I assume and only coming out in the early leaving when food is supposed to arrive. I have to hope they were smart enough to move inside the nest. Well, Groucho seems to still be on time-out in the neighboring tree so he’s going to have to ride it out in the nook of a tree but Zeppo needs to get his shy self out of the top of the tree line and inside with Harpo.
These things I think about at 1am when I cannot sleep but cannot stay awake.
Really, these things I think about all the time but saying I was thinking of them 1am on a stormy night doesn't sound as crazy.
I’ll write more about the concerts – when I’m coherent to put words on paper that aren’t ‘different’ and ‘awesome’. For now, I’m going to try to talk an 80lb dog into a pretty impressive thunder and lightning storm to use the bathroom. Odds are we are both going to get wet and angry and she still won’t go. Such is Monday in the spring here in Nashville; sunshine and loveliness every weekend and massive storm fronts on Mondays that bring about dog fights. Really, me fighting with her, she would hold it in all day just to not get wet. And yet, if I bring out a hose and put it on spray, it’s a party in her mouth…
Dogs are confusing and Monday’s are wet.
That is sum of knowledge you’ll have gleaned from this post - Dogs are confusing and Monday's are wet . I’ll bow now to the gentle applause and get myself dressed for battle for I cannot put this off any longer. Sigh.
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