For various reasons I have been getting up at the crack of dawn for the last week or so.
A couple of times I even had to get up at the ungodly hour of ten. Can you imagine? Ten o’clock in the morning? There should be a law against that.
Last night I went to bed early, with no alarms set and relishing a good decent night’s sleep with the full intention of getting up at a respectable hour. Like two. Or three?
By ten, I was in the middle of a really good dream where myself and Sharon were doing things that frankly shocked even me, when I was woken up.
Sandy wanted a piss.
I told her to go into the kitchen and have one there, and I rolled over and tried to get back to Sharon.
Sandy was having none of it. She wanted to go out, and that was final. I told her to fuck off and let herself out if things were that urgent. She pointed out that the back door was locked.
I said my fond farewells to Sharon, dragged myself out of bed and let Sandy out. She managed to make it to the grass. Just.
I wouldn’t mind too much but it is a fucking miserable day. There is a storm trying its best to demolish all my trees and it’s cold. It’s also pissing rain. In short, it is the kind of day that should be spent under the blankets.
I would have gone back to bed, but there would have been no point. I was awake and awake I was going to stay. Of course Sandy is now fast asleep on the couch without a glimmer of remorse. Bitch!
An afternoon nap is out of the question too as I have to brave the elements and go out later.
There are times when life really boils my piss.