It was bad enough staying up way too late (lovely tax time again!). Maybe about two hours after having fallen asleep, I was awakened by the thought that some critter must be rattling around in a pile of lumber just outside my open window. The noise was barely audible, but definite and enough to get a morning adrenaline rush flowing. I wasn’t in any hurry to turn around and look, especially when my cat has scared me enough times looking in my window because of being let out before I’ve had a chance to wake up and let her out myself (years ago, it would be one of my chickens eyeballing me at the crack of dawn).
Of course my first guess as to what creature of the night would be rummaging around last night was a bear. As soon as I joyfully put the bird feeders back up 3½ weeks ago (after not having had them in use for a few years), hubby’s first comment had to be, “So, you want to feed the bears?” Maybe that thought stuck in my mind.
That bear happened to be right next to me . . . snoring! I never heard a snore like that from hubby before! Even though I don’t snore when I sleep, I do confess my moans and screams nightmares provoke can wake up the dead sleeper. Now today I get to be a zombie who can’t think of anything better to do than to write about trivial stuff like this while I wait for my morning cup of coffee to do its thing to my brain.
