Quick begining for the week

I hate having insomnia. Please, please don't wake me up after midnight, I won't be able to go back to sleep. Who left the yowling cat in the house? He will always wake me up. I will have to throw back the covers, and freeze to death. Then I will stumble across the floor, dragging my poor foot with me, and try to capture the cat. I've learned to just head towards the kitchen and act like I am getting a drink. Then he will stand by the garage door to go in. That done, I can drag my foot to the "la bano" and then to bed, only to be frustrated with fact that sleep is now past.

Add to that this morning is the 2nd day of the time change. So while I may have done all that by 2:00, my body thinks it was 1:00. Yeah, it's going to be a long day.

In all this "free" time, I've watched Dobie Gillis, some giant wave program, The Saint, looked at some clothing sites, blog sites, eaten breakfast, 2 cups of coffee, had a pet fest with the naughty cat, who is now laying on my lap. If only I could vacuum and clean the floors, my day would be so complete. However, the Husband would like to sleep, in the warm bed in a horizontal position. I hear him sawing logs and I type. I may be a bit jealous.

Being Monday means a trip to the office for a few hours and today I promise to pick up my glasses. They have called me for about 3 weeks to pick them up. I wasn't happy with them when I got them and I hope they are better. I am wearing my old ones and I know that my eyes are fatigued wearing them, but at least I can see the letters and numbers on a sheet of paper.I think I may add a trip to the Better Buzz on my way in. I am sure I will need more coffee for the morning ritual. My other goal is to get the floors done and hit Costco this afternoon. Floors first, Costco and then I can make dinner and get ready for bed, since I think by 9 I will be finished for the day. Hopefully.

Stick Dog needs chewy things. Costco has them cheapest. He chewed up my stick I've been keeping for the fire pit, to stir the coals around with. Silly dog, he needs to stop chewing real sticks, that end up on the floor (and are stepped on at 1 AM and not nice words are spoken out loud) and this is enough to make me sad. I don't like a trashy floor, and Stick Dog protects each splinter he makes. The tree, that belongs to the neighbor, is dropping green leaves. I don't know why, but I suspect it has a disease. Add these to the constant barrage of stick, and it looks like we live in a constant state of camping, with the forest floor.

I remember a time when the furniture was always dusted, floors always clean and the table never had mail on it. But, I like the life with the chaos. I can pet the cat and dog, and holler at the loud bird. Yep, life has it's moments.