why, in GOD's name, I woke up this morning at 4:30! Looked at the clock....WHAT! NO, UH? Crap. And, NO, it wasn't the dogs. I actually got THEM up. Just wasn't anymore sleep left in me, I guess. So, I got up, stripped the bed, did 3 loads of wash, hung the blankets on the line, had two cups of coffee, had breakfast, re-planted some tulip bulbs, transferred a small maple tree...all before 10 a.m. Then, went for the paper and the mail. Swung around to dad's to check on him. He and Sarah were going to a 50th anniversary party this afternoon. Stopped at a little antique shop over in the next village, bought a cute little pen knife for $2. Then a visit from Cindy's two grandkids, who delivered the pizza I'd ordered from their school fund drive. Not doing much else this evening.
Got a new fridge coming Thursday. The old one runs a lot, it's rusting on the outside and the gaskets are shot. This one was $300 off. Decided it was time.
Later..................
3 comments:
Sometimes a person just can't sleep any longer and has to get up before they are fully rested. That happens to me a lot, but I blame it on the dogs. . . .
DD....The pups were definitely innocent this time. It's now 10pm and I'm wide awake, gonna be a long night.
Well, like my grandpa used to tell me, "sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite".
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