It’s another cool and rainy day here in The Circle City. I am loving this weather. Sure my grass is too tall and the dog smells a bit more corn-chippy than usual, but I love the weather. Everything is so much greener in the rain, isn’t it?
I want the windows open and my family wants to be warm. It’s upsetting how they gang up on me and close the windows.
“Everyone has to freeze so you can enjoy your precious fresh air?!?”
He says it with such spite.
The Mister acts like 48 isn’t great sleeping weather, putting his hoodie on and yanking the strings until only his nose can be seen. I tease him that he should move back to Georgia and he threatens to sleep on the couch.
I don’t sleep well without him now.
The Mister was up all night finishing a term paper of epic proportions and he didn’t write it from bed.
I woke up constantly, aware of the vacancy. I reached for him repeatedly, subconsciously, how we do in the night, but he was never there.
I had a nightmare that made no sense, wandered out to The Quiet Room, said things. I left my earplugs in, so I probably yelled things. Maybe nonsense. I don’t recall. He said things too, but I have no idea what, because earplugs. I went back to bed.
Time and time again I woke up and went back to sleep, until eventually the sky was light and the birds were singin. Dawn. Oh the dreaded dawn of 6:20. What a cold bed.
When the dog finally woke up, she met us in the kitchen, no more enthusiastic about morning than we were.
Me, up before the dog. There is nothing right about that sentence.
I picked up a coffee, took the girls to school, voted, ate breakfast, walked the dog, and became an expert on identifying invasive honeysuckle bushes…
Somehow it’s lunchtime, and yet I feel I only just awakened. I have one more errand to run, and my stomach thinks I should add food.
How’s your Tuesday? Are you tottering, too?