You'd think after missing two days of work last week, I'd find the weekend redundant. Nope. Last week felt like it lasted a month -- uphill both ways!
Woke up to the lunatics inside my TV chirpily predicting "accumulating snow" starting this evening, so I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep. It didn't help; they were making the same forecast when I woke up again an hour later.
And that brings us to here: cats fed, coffee made, bloggage posted. Now it's time to make breakfast!
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
4 years ago
9 comments:
Glad you're feeling better!
"Accumulating snow"??
Well, I guess you gotta expect that, living near the Arctic Circle like you do...
But I'm sure the cats are glad you're feeling better too.
Good to hear you're better. But, I understand the 'I've been out, I shouldn't have time off' thing. I'm on disability (for the moment) but, as much as I'd like it to be, it's not vacation. Seriously, enjoy your weekend, bask in it!
Cats, coffee, breakfast? Sounds like a decent Saturday morning, snow or not. :-)
Jim
I continue to fail to understand your wake-up call. It would have roughly the same effect on me as having an alarm clock that actually hit me on the head with a hammer.
I didn't set it, I just let it come on. As a result, I woke up slowly.
I sleep, um, soundly. Heavily. When the dawn arrives, I wake like a troll, which is to say, not hardly.
Normal routine:
1. Cellphone rings at :15 'til the hour
2. Cellphone plays annoying tune at :59.
3. :00, TV goes off at max undistorted volume.
4. :00 Clock radio beeps loudly
5. :00.2 I hit the snooze button and possibly fade down TV, then fall asleep.
6: :09 Clock radio beeps. I hit snooze button, may or may not awake.
6b: (:00 - :15) Hungry cats dance across bed and me.
7. 6/6b continue until bottom of hour, when Tam, annoyed by the noise, enters room and asks me if I will sleep forever?
LabRat,
She's not kidding. Corpses sleep lighter.
I understand perfectly the wake up routine. My on switch is very difficult to reach and does have safety controls!
Glad you are feeling better!
I used to be similar. Housebreaking three puppies was an effective cure.
Nowadays I quite literally sleep through explosions (the Lab's explosive range is close enough that Pajarito Canyon acts like an echo chamber and rattles our windows everytime they touch off a firecracker), but anything higher-pitched than Barry White catapults me to instant wakefulness.
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