Dec 10, 2009 02:43
It's hard to sleep when the wind is as incredibly loud as it is right now. Ray and I both have the wakies, as we call it.
Tazzer came and cuddled with me for a while. As Ray also noted, if we can hear it, it must be that much louder to those with more sensitive hearing. Whether for that or another reason, Tazzer wore out his welcome by practically shredding my upper left arm. He needs a manicure badly.
At least I don't have to go into work until noon. And Em's hair is done. Wow, was that a lotta regrowth to do: four packages of bleach, two complete tubes of the magenta dye.
At times like this (2:37 in the morning), I mentally hear Nanci Griffith singing In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning. It was her recently departed mother's favorite song, it has the lovely melancholic nuance of this hour, and it's sweet. I think of my erstwhile friend, "Gladys", and all the years we were friends. I think of all the friends whom I haven't recently told I love them, and all the people up in the wee small hours, just trying to get by, just trying to get back to sleep.
nanci griffith,
hair dye,
cats,
wind,
wakefulness