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Got no sleep Sunday night (a tiny bit monday morning) due to fear of never waking up for work on Monday. Seriously considered calling out sick but, well, I had no phone. Is that what they call irony? Was painfully tired all day at work, and I mean painfully tired. When to bed at 8pm last night. Would still be asleep now but the catmonsters woke me for an early breakfast at 3:33. Searched significance of 333 but it just comes up with religious crap about 333 and 666. I used to have a Doreen Virtue book about numbers. Might be in a box somewhere. I don't really believe that numbers have a big significance, but I find it interesting.
I hear rain. Rain is not snow. I hate the fact that I have to hate snow. I used to love it. In truth, I still do. It is so peaceful to watch big white flakes fall snowly out of a white sky onto a clean white blanket hiding all the dirt and grime. But there is the fact that I am not permitted to stay inside, enjoying the lovely view, until the next thaw. There are driving and ice covered roads and car crashes and the ever entertaining digging out the damned car, especially fun when a plow has packed snow behind the car.
My cats are fighting loudly. Or playing. I can never tell if it's a game. I need to get back to sleep. I love the sound of rain for sleeping.
I hear rain. Rain is not snow. I hate the fact that I have to hate snow. I used to love it. In truth, I still do. It is so peaceful to watch big white flakes fall snowly out of a white sky onto a clean white blanket hiding all the dirt and grime. But there is the fact that I am not permitted to stay inside, enjoying the lovely view, until the next thaw. There are driving and ice covered roads and car crashes and the ever entertaining digging out the damned car, especially fun when a plow has packed snow behind the car.
My cats are fighting loudly. Or playing. I can never tell if it's a game. I need to get back to sleep. I love the sound of rain for sleeping.