Random Thoughts When You Can't Sleep In
Charlie has an even louder snore than my hubby.
I think there must be such a thing as the Sleep-In Law. Your ability to sleep in on a given weekend will be diminished by half times each man who lives in the house. For example... Charlie is snoring. Hubby is snoring. And Sam not only is snoring, but he also managed to nudge me out of the bed by climbing into my spot. So... counting Charlie the Beagle, Sam the Boy Wonder, and Hubby... well, let's just say the odds my sleeping in were something like one in 164,528,375,692,857,862 to the 9th power.
I had a dream last night that I was enrolled in a literature class where we had read the first six Harry Potter books and were sharing observations. It was like nerd heaven. I waxed all poetic about the hero's journey thing and just as I was about to reveal some kind of amazing prediction for the seventh book... Sam crawled into bed and wanted to know if he could share my pillow. *sigh* I don't know what I was getting ready to say -- wish I did because it would be fun to see if it was true!
Leaky's server appears to have crashed again. Which is not a huge deal... except that Hubby and Sam probably won't get up for another hour or so to get ready for church and I was hoping to sneak on and get some work done. I need to get a life.
The more time I spend with Hubby's brother, the more I'm convinced he has absolutely no common sense whatsoever.
The Sleep-In Law is correlated by what I've come to refer to as the Nap Law. My need for Sam to take a nap is inversely related to whether he actually takes one. The more I need him to nap... the less likely he is to take a nap.
I need coffee.
And my final random thought for the morning... it doesn't matter how comfortable the seats are, if you spend eight hours in any vehicle, your tailbone will be stuck in the bent position when you get where you're going.