Well, it happens often when sleeping hours go askew during long severe weather events...bottom line, here I am well rested at 2 AM, early--very early--on this Thursday morning.
Sat down in my recliner last evening at 8 o'clock to catch up on two days back issues of The Birmingham News and USA Today. All I remember was the top headline on USA Today and then I passed out. It evolved into a super-solid five-hour power nap--actually a top-of-the line power nap. I understand that my little 9-pound shadow, Miss Molly, took her 5 hour power nap only inches away. She will not let me out of her sight since I had to ignore her for 24 hours during Tuesday's severe weather.
I just gotta cut down on my subscription list. One of my favorite new publications is "The Week." Not the "This Week" that you see in Sunday newspapers. Instead it could be called the Readers Digest of national and world events. Very interesting. I dearly love to read. Even when I don't have time to read, I feel good having reading material around me.
I also love to write. So here I am with a cup of fresh coffee. It tastes great at 1:30 AM. Since the weather story is already well covered by James, I will spill out a paragraph or so on one of my other favorite subjects, Little Miss Molly.
As soon as she and I awoke from our twin power naps at 1 AM, the little rascal was ringing the tiny bell on the back door knob. She needed to go. So, away we go on a walk in the middle of the night. She wanted to go the entire half-mile walking track but I negotiated. There is one neighbor's dog, a permanent back-yard resident, who always barks loudly when we walk by. I did not want to trigger the dog into waking people up two houses away. So, I offered Molly a middle-of-the-night treat. As soon as she heard the word, "treat" she was pulling me down the track heading home.
The world is eerily quiet at 1 AM. We did not see any varmints and heard not a peep from all our friends in the bird world. They were all asleep and, no doubt, dreaming of a nice, long, juicy worm. Thought I heard one old crow snoring but can't be sure. Probably my imagination. .
Molly finished her treat quickly and immediately started petitioning for a play session. We did. She is very persuasive. She has learned to "plant" her favorite toys at various places around the house so she can grab one in seconds when she thinks I might play. She had one wedged in the corner of the easy chair in the master bedroom and another tucked under a blanket on the bed. She knew exactly where they were and dug both out for our romp session. After 15 minutes, both our tongues were hanging out.
Hope you don't mind this middle-of-the-night intrusion of worthless chatter. Nice thing about this blog--you can scan down rapidly to the next subject when you see something you are not interested in.
Now, it's almost 2 AM. Molly is winding down. She will probably sleep till 9 but my automatic, built-in alarm clock will have me up making fresh coffee at 5 AM and ready for a new day. I am at my best at 5, only to start downhill at 5:01 AM.
Molly is either going to kill me or make me live 15 years longer. I vote for the latter!
Life goes on...
Sat down in my recliner last evening at 8 o'clock to catch up on two days back issues of The Birmingham News and USA Today. All I remember was the top headline on USA Today and then I passed out. It evolved into a super-solid five-hour power nap--actually a top-of-the line power nap. I understand that my little 9-pound shadow, Miss Molly, took her 5 hour power nap only inches away. She will not let me out of her sight since I had to ignore her for 24 hours during Tuesday's severe weather.
I just gotta cut down on my subscription list. One of my favorite new publications is "The Week." Not the "This Week" that you see in Sunday newspapers. Instead it could be called the Readers Digest of national and world events. Very interesting. I dearly love to read. Even when I don't have time to read, I feel good having reading material around me.
I also love to write. So here I am with a cup of fresh coffee. It tastes great at 1:30 AM. Since the weather story is already well covered by James, I will spill out a paragraph or so on one of my other favorite subjects, Little Miss Molly.
As soon as she and I awoke from our twin power naps at 1 AM, the little rascal was ringing the tiny bell on the back door knob. She needed to go. So, away we go on a walk in the middle of the night. She wanted to go the entire half-mile walking track but I negotiated. There is one neighbor's dog, a permanent back-yard resident, who always barks loudly when we walk by. I did not want to trigger the dog into waking people up two houses away. So, I offered Molly a middle-of-the-night treat. As soon as she heard the word, "treat" she was pulling me down the track heading home.
The world is eerily quiet at 1 AM. We did not see any varmints and heard not a peep from all our friends in the bird world. They were all asleep and, no doubt, dreaming of a nice, long, juicy worm. Thought I heard one old crow snoring but can't be sure. Probably my imagination. .
Molly finished her treat quickly and immediately started petitioning for a play session. We did. She is very persuasive. She has learned to "plant" her favorite toys at various places around the house so she can grab one in seconds when she thinks I might play. She had one wedged in the corner of the easy chair in the master bedroom and another tucked under a blanket on the bed. She knew exactly where they were and dug both out for our romp session. After 15 minutes, both our tongues were hanging out.
Hope you don't mind this middle-of-the-night intrusion of worthless chatter. Nice thing about this blog--you can scan down rapidly to the next subject when you see something you are not interested in.
Now, it's almost 2 AM. Molly is winding down. She will probably sleep till 9 but my automatic, built-in alarm clock will have me up making fresh coffee at 5 AM and ready for a new day. I am at my best at 5, only to start downhill at 5:01 AM.
Molly is either going to kill me or make me live 15 years longer. I vote for the latter!
Life goes on...
on March 24, 2005, 6:49 am
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