Sleepless Again

Well, crude! I can't sleep again. Someday I could write a book with all my thoughts on sleepless nights. It would be a crazy novel of intrigue and activity and - well - no - it would be a comedy of forgotten tasks, late but very poignant comebacks. Well - no it would be a boring list of to-do's.

So I sit on the couch listening to the staccato intermittent snores coming from my beloved - and I am jealous.

Used to be, on nights like this, Opie, my poodle pal would be right beside me. Just a quick little "tsht tsht" would bring him to me where ever he was and he would not leave me. Ebbie, my mini schnauzer is 11 months old. She thinks "tsht tsht" means "roll over half way put your paw up and bark". Andrew, the grand - grandson told me she reminded him of the walruses at Seaworld.

She won't stay with me but loves to explore the dark because the bedroom door is open. I wonder what she is chewing on in the dining room? Hope it is NOT my 1920 tiger oak table.

I was going to write an elegant post about the perfect time of day to get to know yourself. I thought about describing the "Getting Acquainted" game you can play with yourself, or the icebreakers that help you warm up to yourself. Like your left brain asking your right brain a question "If you were an animal what would you be? - A horse! says one. That's a stupid question says the other.

There are also the activities you can do - like wiggling your toes or rocking your hips back and forth and finding the perfect snoozing position of being on your back-side and tummy all at the same time. But instead, I think I will sing you my Sleepless Song.

"tsh-tic-a-tsh-tic-a-too-too-tsh...blah blah boogity boo - how sleepy are you?"

(Just be glad I did not put up a wav) Good night all. I have things to do, places to go, and conversations to be had....then hopefully in the midst of one of those I will fall to sleep.