This morning my alarm went off at 4:30 AM—right on schedule. Predictably, I rolled over, slapped the snooze button and dozed for another 9 minutes until it went off a second time. I did NOT want to get up. So then I did something totally out of character: I turned the alarm OFF and rolled over to go back to sleep. I didn't care if I had time to read the news, or time to write, or even time for coffee before I had to go to work. Heck, at that moment, I didn't even care if I was on time for work! I needed SLEEP.
Then a funny thing happened: I couldn't go back to sleep! I just laid there feeling guilty as hell for sandbaggin' when I should be up reading the news, writing a few lines to you, enjoying the heavenly smell of the fresh Sumatran coffee I knew would be brewed and waiting for me downstairs.
So, hello, here I am, though I still wish I was back in bed sawin' logs. I didn't know it was possible for a body to lay a guilt trip on itself, but there you have it. Shame on me for doggin' it!
Speaking of dogs, Maisy just hopped down from her usual perch on my chair, looked back at me as if to say, "Lady, you're on you own," and turned to head back upstairs to bed. Must be the change in the weather. Or could be the long week I've had at work. I've just one more day to get through then I've tomorrow off. Even the dog is sick and tired of that 4:30 alarm.
Oh, woah! What's this?
Maisy just came draggin' back downstairs, walked in a daze across the living room, picked up her Elmo doll and then threw it at me. Isn't that cute—looks like she's trying to work up the ambition to play. Amazing! I didn't know dogs could be on a guilt trip.
Well, at least my lil' sidekick is along for the ride. I never did care for traveling alone. :/
All Aboard!
— Robin
Then a funny thing happened: I couldn't go back to sleep! I just laid there feeling guilty as hell for sandbaggin' when I should be up reading the news, writing a few lines to you, enjoying the heavenly smell of the fresh Sumatran coffee I knew would be brewed and waiting for me downstairs.
So, hello, here I am, though I still wish I was back in bed sawin' logs. I didn't know it was possible for a body to lay a guilt trip on itself, but there you have it. Shame on me for doggin' it!
Speaking of dogs, Maisy just hopped down from her usual perch on my chair, looked back at me as if to say, "Lady, you're on you own," and turned to head back upstairs to bed. Must be the change in the weather. Or could be the long week I've had at work. I've just one more day to get through then I've tomorrow off. Even the dog is sick and tired of that 4:30 alarm.
Oh, woah! What's this?
Maisy just came draggin' back downstairs, walked in a daze across the living room, picked up her Elmo doll and then threw it at me. Isn't that cute—looks like she's trying to work up the ambition to play. Amazing! I didn't know dogs could be on a guilt trip.
Well, at least my lil' sidekick is along for the ride. I never did care for traveling alone. :/
All Aboard!
— Robin
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