Last night I fell asleep in the recliner listening to the rain. When I woke up at 8 am I went to bed… finally. This kind of threw me off for the rest of the day and I didn’t wake up again until noon. Poor dog was wondering if she could cross her legs I’m sure. So here I am again, blogging instead of sensibly sleeping.
Reading, writing, sometimes watching a good movie late into the night seems to be my thing. I often wish I was more of a morning person. I don’t think it will happen, at least, not overnight.
Silly me , trying to do some on-line business tonight as well. It doesn’t seem to be working for me. Either my eyes are tired or my fingers are mixing up passwords or something. why would anyone try to do such a task at 2;54 am? Perhaps it would be best to try again during regular business hours.
Night owls get tired like everyone else but then they get their second wind thinking they should start projects, pay bills, bake or wash the car when everyone else is snug in their beds. It is rather cool to still be working away on something and see the dawn break or hear the birds start to chirp. It’s just tricky balancing the sleep that comes later on with the rest of the normal activities of the day.
I have laundry partly done because I start it at midnight. I have dinner dishes and kitchen things to deal with as we eat late. The dog has given up trying to figure out what I am doing and tries to cooperate with random breaks to go wee.
Maybe if I just close my eyes and relax for a minute I’ll feel like getting not only this blog finished but I’ll rinse the dishes, fold the laundry and let the dog out for one more p….
I know the feeling.
….and then, when we get to heaven, what shall we do with infinity?
reading this post reminds me of a child loved story, Pippi Longstocking by Astrid Lindgren living with her horse and monkey in a house given to her by her pirate captain father who is far off in the South Pacific islands.
Really? I must find that story. I know about the character but I’ve never read the story. So interesting that you made the connection.