I stayed up too late. Way too late. Reading – that filthy, mind-numbing, sleep-robbing habit of mine. I kept saying to myself, “One more page, one more page…”
I am a weak person.
The worst part is that when the alarm went off, it blew up the intense dream I was having. What was the dream about? I forgot because the stupid alarm clock went off. I hate that.
So people fantasize about owning fancy cars or skiing in the Alps. Me, I fantasize about a world without alarm clocks and being able to read as much as I want.
When I finally pry my eyelids open, I have to drive to Central New York for a week of school visits. But that’s not all. Careful readers of this journal know that my Beloved Husband lives up there, too. (We’ll finally be living in the same house this fall. Long story. Basically, we didn’t think it was fair to any of our kids (second marriage for us both) to move 300 miles just because we got married. So we’re waiting until the last of my brood goes to college. OK, that’s enough gossip for one day!)
So Beloved Husband has promised dinner will be ready when I get there. I am sure the Creature With Fangs (puppy) will be waiting too, waiting for that special moment when I walk in so she can get excited and lick me and yip and jump around and pee all over herself and then roll in it.
You gotta love puppies! Gotta love the BH, too – he’s the best.