Saturday morning
Dec. 18th, 2010 09:56 amKing woke me up at the usual time, around 7ish. He gives me 15 minutes or so after the alarm goes off to get cracking. If I fail to do so, he shoves his head under the covers, steals my shoes, and does whatever else he can to roust me out of bed. I'll get up and stand there yelling at him, telling him he's naughty and he should lie down and go to sleep dammit, and he'll stand there, tail slowly wagging, as much as if to say, "Got you up. Worked like a charm. Feed me now."
This morning, I made the mistake of pushing him out of the bedroom and shutting the door so I could grab a few more minutes' sleep. The few minutes turned into an hour, during which time I dreamt I was
driving with Dad--it was 7 years on Thursday that he died, which may have had something to do with how inner thoughts were running--and got rear-ended at an intersection. I felt the impact of the crash, and managed to hit the brake and avoid hitting the car in front of me. Got out and walked around Kuro (my Forester) to find his rear bumper had been knocked clean off. Dad and I then started discussing which body shop to go to. I awoke soon after. I really dislike dreams like that. They set the rest of the day on edge.
Case in point--the extra hour's sleep meant I had to hustle like whoa to get Gaby to the groomers for her appointment with coat-tidying destiny. She really needed tending to, but it's such a sad scene when I drop her off. First she sits and digs in and refuses to budge. Then after a few seconds, she gets up and goes with the groomer as if to say "Oh all right. I love you, Mommy. I'll be brave, Mommy. Queen and country, Mommy." I left feeling like a criminal.
Got home. Fed King, who is now sleeping on the couch. Won't be picking up the Gabster until after lunch, so I have time to work for a while. Kuro is ensconced in the garage, so unless one of the mice currently residing therein decides to go on a joyride, I think he's safe.
This morning, I made the mistake of pushing him out of the bedroom and shutting the door so I could grab a few more minutes' sleep. The few minutes turned into an hour, during which time I dreamt I was
driving with Dad--it was 7 years on Thursday that he died, which may have had something to do with how inner thoughts were running--and got rear-ended at an intersection. I felt the impact of the crash, and managed to hit the brake and avoid hitting the car in front of me. Got out and walked around Kuro (my Forester) to find his rear bumper had been knocked clean off. Dad and I then started discussing which body shop to go to. I awoke soon after. I really dislike dreams like that. They set the rest of the day on edge.
Case in point--the extra hour's sleep meant I had to hustle like whoa to get Gaby to the groomers for her appointment with coat-tidying destiny. She really needed tending to, but it's such a sad scene when I drop her off. First she sits and digs in and refuses to budge. Then after a few seconds, she gets up and goes with the groomer as if to say "Oh all right. I love you, Mommy. I'll be brave, Mommy. Queen and country, Mommy." I left feeling like a criminal.
Got home. Fed King, who is now sleeping on the couch. Won't be picking up the Gabster until after lunch, so I have time to work for a while. Kuro is ensconced in the garage, so unless one of the mice currently residing therein decides to go on a joyride, I think he's safe.