Yes, well here I am. This morning I awoke soon after 2:00 which was exciting as 3:00 and 4:00 are my normal shifts. Soon after, I heard a very loud bird calling close outside my window. I wanted to wake Paul so he could weigh in, but decided he would probably rather sleep than have a little nature time with me. Rats.
It was probably an owl. I know I will try and replicate it for my brother-in-law who is an outdoorsman, later today at lunch, and will almost certainly sound like a fool.
This morning I awoke huddled on Paul’s side of the bed with him pulling back the blankets intent on getting back in. I am a slave to his bladder. Let’s pray he never has prostate trouble or I’ll be a zombie.
I am lying in bed, as my wireless stinks in the living room. Typing sooo quietly I have isolated the space bar as the loudest key and it is frequently needed, my friends. I don’t want to tempt Paul to smother me with a pillow, although the thought of passing out, by any means, is attractive. The risk that he might go too far is great and I don’t want my kids to have to visit Daddy in the Pen, and I certainly don’t want them deprived of me forever.
Let’s just keep it at Paul murdering my sleep.
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