Tonight my hat is off to everybody who has lived through chronic sleep deprivation. You insomniacs and parents and law students have my awe. I love sleep. I love a lot of it and I hate that feeling when you're sitting at a desk or table and you're nodding off uncontrollably.
It's raining here. Thunderstorms and whatnot. Likely it's nothing compared to what some of you experience regularly. My dog would like you to know that she does not care and that even a little thunder is way, way too much. At the first sign of thunder she proceeds to shake at about the same rate as those "massaging" beds in seedy motels. There is also drool and random hair shedding. Oh and desperate pacing, did I mention the pacing? What about the near-catatonic thousand yard stare?
I went to bed about half an hour later than I usually do last night. At about 5 this morning my bed felt like a bad night at the No Tell Motel and I woke to find the dog in full on panic mode though the thunder was an almost gentle rumble it was so far away and it never got any closer. No matter, from then until I got up at 6:30 I got about 10 minutes of sleep plagued with crazy weirdo dreams. She stood with her ass against the shower curtain while I showered. She hates the bathroom. Fortunately I think her day home alone was uneventful. I was looking forward to a good night's sleep despite the weather forecast of scattered thunderstorms.
I am stupid.
15 minutes ago I was about ready to hitch the girl up, take her for a walk and hit the hay. Is naive a nicer way to say stupid? Pouring rain and thunder and lightning but the dog wasn't reacting. Well, she wasn't until thunder cracked right overhead and I instinctively wigged and screeched like a teenager. Then she ran to the door and begged me to take her away, away from the bad noises now please! In my defense I was once almost killed in a windstorm so I come by the freaking somewhat honestly but it was still bad form, I admit. If I go now I think I've got a dry window but I bet you this won't be the end of it tonight.
I know, I'm a wuss, up at 5 and in bed by 11 is like vacation to a lot of people, but man, I'm a wuss who loves her beddy bye.
Night now! Pleasant dreams. I'll most likely kill you in the mor...um, sorry, wrong movie.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Hats Off
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I really feel sorry for the doggies that are afraid, because you really cannot explain it to them. And the little girl who is in my bed right now. I forget that I am a grownup and have seen storms come and go and know how to get to a safe place. My daughter relies on me to get her to the safe place, so naturally she'll want to be glued to my side.
ReplyDeleteI do not function well on less than 8-9;I get all emotional.
ReplyDeleteThis is not a comment about this post. It's a HEY, THANKS FOR PUTTING THAT PICTURE OF THAT GUY ON THE NEXT POST, SO THAT I COULD OPEN YOUR POST ON THE TRAIN AND SCARE THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF THE PERSON NEXT TO ME comment.
ReplyDeleteHee.
Hi.
Seester, bless you for holding it together down there. I'd eventually just melt into a puddle of AAUUUGH!
ReplyDeleteMrs. G, thank you for saying that. I always feel like a wuss for wanting a solid 8 hours and yet that's what feels good!
Rich...um...oops? Should I have put a NSFW or commute on that? I did think twice before I hit publish but I kind of loved how wrong the shot was so I just went...well, balls to the wall if you will and left it, um, bare. :)