Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Typical
As you can guess because I am posting, we did NOT drive to Denver today.
I managed to be in bed before 1am, which would have given me a fighting chance to get up at 6:30 and be competent drive 225 miles. (Each way.) But what I failed to take into consideration was how much cough syrup I'd been chugging all day. It can disrupt the sleep cycle, you see. So I lay there awake for at LEAST an hour, trying to tell myself that resting my eyes and body would be good enough.
Mike woke up at 5am, all bouncy and ready for adventure and excitement. The excitement he got, when he let our dogs Cowboy and Climber outside to go to the bathroom.
None of our pets are completely normal, except maybe the goldfish. At the top of the Wackazoid Pyramid is Mad Sheila, a blue heeler. We got her from a rescue organization some years ago, but even with a lot of effort, she was never quite normal after being abused as a pup, and in her golden years she's gone, well, completely psycho. She got to where she would not come in the house, no matter what the weather. But we had some other very furry dogs who preferred the cold outdoors to the heated house in winter, so we figured hey, why force her? She had her favored sheltered nooks in the turnout pen, and the company of the other dogs, and all seemed well.
I think it was an accident last week when she found out she could break into the basement. There's a window well with an air conditioner in the window part where she liked to den up sometimes. I think she got startled by some unusually loud thunder and accidentally pushed in through that accordion pleated side thingie they come with. That ACs come with. Not thunder. Although thunder comes with lightning, which is zig-zaggy, just like...never mind.
I guess breaking into the basement isn't at all the same as being lured into an evil house to get safely crated up in the cozy warmth. Despite my increasingly profanity-laced efforts, Sheila kept getting in all week. Yesterday my very handy son-in-law came over and HE finally managed to seal off the window well in a way that even Sheila's wily and insane cattledog brain could not circumvent.
But she had gotten into the idea of getting out into the not-her-pen area of the world. So last night she experimented around and managed to not only bust out HERSELF, but also free her two compatriots, Buddy, a free spirit who is mostly harmless, and Appy, Climber's sworn enemy. Thus when Mike turned out the inside dogs...instant dog brawl.
By the time my finally asleep brain had registered what all the snarling and screaming meant, and I had furthermore gotten untangled from my blankets, Caro had made it outside and broken up the fight. She told me to go back to sleep (my hero!!!) and fixed the escape hatch as well.
But going back to sleep? Yeah, right.
So at 6:30, when I had intended to be getting up, I instead admitted it was probably not such a good plan to bull forward stubbornly and attempt to complete a 450 mile round trip drive on three hours of sleep and a bit more cough syrup. There's Indomitable Spirit and then there's plain old stupidity.
And it's not like I don't have plenty to do right here at home. :/
I managed to be in bed before 1am, which would have given me a fighting chance to get up at 6:30 and be competent drive 225 miles. (Each way.) But what I failed to take into consideration was how much cough syrup I'd been chugging all day. It can disrupt the sleep cycle, you see. So I lay there awake for at LEAST an hour, trying to tell myself that resting my eyes and body would be good enough.
Mike woke up at 5am, all bouncy and ready for adventure and excitement. The excitement he got, when he let our dogs Cowboy and Climber outside to go to the bathroom.
None of our pets are completely normal, except maybe the goldfish. At the top of the Wackazoid Pyramid is Mad Sheila, a blue heeler. We got her from a rescue organization some years ago, but even with a lot of effort, she was never quite normal after being abused as a pup, and in her golden years she's gone, well, completely psycho. She got to where she would not come in the house, no matter what the weather. But we had some other very furry dogs who preferred the cold outdoors to the heated house in winter, so we figured hey, why force her? She had her favored sheltered nooks in the turnout pen, and the company of the other dogs, and all seemed well.
I think it was an accident last week when she found out she could break into the basement. There's a window well with an air conditioner in the window part where she liked to den up sometimes. I think she got startled by some unusually loud thunder and accidentally pushed in through that accordion pleated side thingie they come with. That ACs come with. Not thunder. Although thunder comes with lightning, which is zig-zaggy, just like...never mind.
I guess breaking into the basement isn't at all the same as being lured into an evil house to get safely crated up in the cozy warmth. Despite my increasingly profanity-laced efforts, Sheila kept getting in all week. Yesterday my very handy son-in-law came over and HE finally managed to seal off the window well in a way that even Sheila's wily and insane cattledog brain could not circumvent.
But she had gotten into the idea of getting out into the not-her-pen area of the world. So last night she experimented around and managed to not only bust out HERSELF, but also free her two compatriots, Buddy, a free spirit who is mostly harmless, and Appy, Climber's sworn enemy. Thus when Mike turned out the inside dogs...instant dog brawl.
By the time my finally asleep brain had registered what all the snarling and screaming meant, and I had furthermore gotten untangled from my blankets, Caro had made it outside and broken up the fight. She told me to go back to sleep (my hero!!!) and fixed the escape hatch as well.
But going back to sleep? Yeah, right.
So at 6:30, when I had intended to be getting up, I instead admitted it was probably not such a good plan to bull forward stubbornly and attempt to complete a 450 mile round trip drive on three hours of sleep and a bit more cough syrup. There's Indomitable Spirit and then there's plain old stupidity.
And it's not like I don't have plenty to do right here at home. :/
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