Today I’m starting with the gratuitous dog photo. Gidget pretty much sums up how I feel today. The past two rainy days have me wanting to snuggle under the covers—or be in a cozy pub in England, whiling away the time.
The real problem? I am out of practice in the staying up late department.
At one time, long, long ago, I was a night owl. I happily got my second wind around 10 pm and would toil away in the pre-dawn hours on freelance work, doing chores, reading an entire novel in one sitting, or dancing in a nightclub.
Like I said, that was long, long ago, before I married an early bird (see, opposites do attract) and had to walk dogs in the early morning hours. And before I had a whole list of to-dos complete before work. Good thing it was too wet to play in the dirt today.
You see, last night I decided that I was having such a good time chatting with our visitors that I would stay up even though Bruce went to bed. He hit the pillow at around 10 pm. Not me! Our visitors like to stay up late.
The lesson? Something has changed. For the first time in my life, I can no longer function on 4 hours of sleep a night. I’m a little afraid to know what an all-nighter might do to me.
Guess my new secret power is the ability to rise before the dawn.