The dog and I need to have a talk about schedules. I take him out before bed and the deal is that he's supposed to lie down next to me and sleep until I get up. Instead, he's been getting up in the middle of the night and if I don't leap up and take him outside, he sneaks away and pees somewhere in the house. Then I still have to wake up to clean.
That's what happened last night. Once I was up at 3:45 a.m., I couldn't go back to sleep right away. I was hungry, so I made a couple of pieces of toast. While I ate them, I went through the grocery store sale circulars that had come in the mail and figured out where to get the best deals on my Thanksgiving shopping. I'll be going to two different stores (my third store wasn't even in the running), but I do that routinely anyway.
I finally got back to sleep and had some truly ridiculous dreams. I can't remember many of the details anymore, but they were so absurd that I could barely suspend my disbelief while they were happening, much less once I woke up.
The next two days are going to be extremely busy at work, so here's hoping I can snap out of my daze and focus on writing and organizing. I think the fact that I was still able to pull out a blog post before my morning shower is a good sign, don't you?