I was up from 3 A.M. to 6 A.M. night before last with Sasha. That’s right, our dog. She’s scared of thunder, and for some reason her solution for this is to jump on our bed. (She’s not allowed on the furniture, and she’s very good not to get up there unless she’s scared.) I would almost give in and just let her just stay up there (against my better judgment) so we could get some sleep. But she doesn’t want to sleep with us. She wants to pace around and tromp all over us and roll around on our heads. How she thinks this is going to help the thunder situation, I don’t know. So anyway, one of us gets up with her so at least the other one can get some sleep. Since David has to go to work, I have Sasha duty on weeknights.

Let’s see—I finished a load of laundry, thawed some chicken and got it marinating for dinner, drank a cup of hot cider, and caught up on my internet goofing-around. I went back to bed when David got up to get ready for work, and I slept until 9:30.

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