Sleep walking

My eyes are bloodshot and I’m overloaded at work. Rest is so important to good health and mind and I’ve been neglecting my body’s cry for a good nights sleep lately. There was no walk today, no birds, and no story to tell because I’m too cold and lack the brain power and energy. That’s what happens when a body is tired.

After work, I bundled up and went outside to top the pond a few inches and checked the skimmer. I was shocked to see a frog peering up at me… The slippery thing tried to get away but I grabbed it and threw it gently into the deep end. Kermit did the breaststroke back to me, looking shocked and alarmed, as if to say, “Hey, what did ya do that for?” It’s common to rescue frogs from the skimmer in the warm months and something I did quite often. But it’s January!

Tonight I'm washing two loads of laundry and I can’t understand why men and children insist on throwing clothes into the hamper inside-out. Everything I wash for Michael is inside-out…socks, shirts, sweaters, jeans, and trousers. I remember when Gina was a kid, I’d pick up sweatpants from her bedroom floor, complete with panties inside and socks hanging from the bottom of the pant legs. This all takes time and I'm irritated with it.

Chloe is taking a wonder drug. After only one dose of a pain relieving anti-inflammatory drug, she was zippy this morning. Last night, I slept with her on the sofa since she was diagnosed at the vet yesterday with a strained cruciate ligament that caused her to walk three-legged and stumble. It will be a real challenge for me tonight me to keep her from running or jumping but I’ll be sure to entertain her in other ways. What a relief!

American Idol airs tonight and I’ll be ready to cuddle on the sofa for an hour of entertainment from Birmingham, Alabama! Soon after that, I’ll be snoozing in my own bed, under a nearly full moon. Ahhhh...

Tomorrow will be a better day if I can help it.