Saturday morning musings....

Finally it is Saturday. I look forward to Friday because I know I get to sleep in, if only for an hour longer than usual the next day. I don't have to fret about what to wear, or agonize over what needs to get done. Nope Saturdays are fine days for me.

All week I have been exhausted, I mean like can barely keep my head off the desk tired. I have been sleeping so deeply each night I can't seem to wake up. And the dreams I have been having are so vivid and crazy. The night before last I dreamt my feet were partially severed. No I haven't been eating before bed. This is normal for me to have crazy vivid dreams. I attribute part of this to the fact that we have not seen the sun here for going on 9 days now. This could be part of my malaise, that and I get up at 5:45am and it is dark, and I come home at 4:45pm, almost as dark. More than likely this is my annual winter blahs.

Last night Paul and I went to see Sherlock Holmes, which I really quite enjoyed. It was directed by Guy Ritchie, and you could tell, the fast paced music mixed with the slow motion, shirtless fight scenes, totally his style. We saw Avatar last weekend and other than effects I was bored out of my tree! Get it? Tree. It's about creatures who live in a magical rain forest type place. Anywho..
We get out of the theatre last night and there is this crazy dense pea soup fog. The funny thing is we aren't near any water, and yet you could barely see 5 feet in front of you. Very strange conditions we have been having lately. The other night it was similar but the fog was creating ice all over everything, so the next day the car was coated and my walk to work was one sheet of black ice the whole 8 blocks.

We get home i decide to snuggle down and read my book to unwind, Lola coming in to snuggle between my feet. All was well in my world and before I knew it was on my way to dreamland again. Then like clock work, at 6am. All I hear was, what you would think was a 50 lb dog running around the apartment, was Lola our cat doing her Saturday Morning "Indy 500 speed way" through the apartment, and unfortunately for us part of her track run through our bed. Paul must have heard her in his subconscious cause he lets out a whimper and gets into fetal position, in preparation for her landing on him. LOL.. She can be ruthless, and jumps from our bedroom doorway onto his legs or worse and then onto my legs. This usually lasts about 3 rounds, and then she will stop. After that was over I am awake and get up to use the bathroom, and go back to bed.

Only to find my place in bed had been partially taken over by a loud snoring giant. So I gingerly shove him back to his side and get back in the warm covers. Start to settle back in and then I hear what sounds like a loud buzz saw in the back of my head. I can't deal! I elbow Paul gently to roll him over didn't work, so I laid there, and sure enough he moved on his own. Peace. Then I hear in the distance, Lola yakking. I get up to clean that up, and start to head back to bed again, and Paul was back to using heavy machinery to cut logs. So I thought "That's it, I am up." But I wasn't really ready to be up, It's Saturday, i don't want to be up at 6:20am, on another dreary day. So I took the top quilt and my pillow and moved to the couch, only to step outside the bedroom door and found I missed a spot from Lola. Great. Good Freakin' Morning Shannon! LOL...

I move onto the couch and watch the grey sky light up a bit brighter, and Lola settles in next to my feet, watching the crows fly by, with the strong stench of turkey on her breath, having just eaten breakfast now that she was feeling better.Paul is no longer cutting down the woods. There is only the sound of cars going by and a family waiting for the bus on the corner. Me, I am still awake. There is always tomorrow.
*Disclaimer: Just to clarify some speculation regarding this blog. No we are nto with child.