Wow – It’s Friday. Really?
I guess spending three days in bed will twist your sense of time a bit, no? At least it’s not as cold this morning as it’s been. In fact, I think it’s actually colder on the bus than outside. But, sadly, that all changes tonight.
Yesterday’s glorious 50s are history. Tonight, we’re going back into the teens and we’re not getting too far away from them all weekend. (Upper 20s to maybe 30 at best.) Brrrr. Welcome back to winter! I’m grateful for even a brief respite though because I hate winter so much.
Last night nearly mirrored the night before. I thought I could get around it by plopping Ozzie in bed with me to start with. No. It was so warm last night that what’s usually a nice comfortable snuggle was unbearably hot. So, just about the time that I decided we both could probably use a cool drink (2:45), the shower started. What is with the mother and these 3 a.m. showers already?! I mean, where is it that she has to go?
Luckily, unlike the night before, I fell back to sleep rather easily. I had strange dreams, though I don’t remember much. The one I do remember involved this gorgeous home on Long Island that I’d seen on House Hunters last night. That was some decked-out place – all $800,000 worth of it. But hey, I was dreamin.’ Obviously, it made an impression.
But when the alarm went off, I awoke in my tiny room, in my tiny house in the Midwest, nowhere near the shores of New York. It was a fun trip though while it lasted.