Mike was out of town last night. He’s never out of town. We are always together. I don’t sleep very well when he’s not in bed with me. Neither, apparently, do the pups. Five times…count ’em, five times their shrill, freak out barking yanked me out of my shallow sleep. One of those times I woke up standing by my bed, hyperventilating. Each time it took me a loooong time to get back to sleep. I kept wondering: what did they hear downstairs? Was someone in the house?
I have consumed a pot of coffee this morning and still I’m drowsy. As for my fearless watch dogs…they are catching up on their beauty sleep..