I woke up the first time about 2. Valentine’s body heat made me sweat beneath my blankets, and he refused to move from his perch behind my knees. I managed to dislodge him after a few tries, but the tenacious bastard kept jumping right back onto the bed, looking for a comfortable and fluffy place to rest. I never got back to sleep. I swirled around beneath my blankets so as to find that one spot to make my mind rest, but it never came. My blankets are loud in that kind of pre-morning quiet. I’ve heard thunder with less offensive rumbles. Added to that, Val and I battling for supremacy over the bed (kicked him off me more than 6 times) and I realized I wouldn’t get to sleep again. David’s inconsistent breathing reminded me that although my night was now ruined, I shouldn’t intrude upon his dreams. My thunderous blanket, co-dependant cat, and I went to the living room to try to find a good place to rustle and turn.

I meant to run this morning. I woke easily every half hour after 2:30, turning over the work of Van Eyck in my head when my brain was fully engaged. We went over some of his works last night in class. It’s really not as odd as it seems. I told D to put the pups back to bed, and we would all sleep until 6. I woke at 5:15, 5:22 (cat once again jumping on my blankets), 5:47 (truck roaring down the street, to squeal at the speed hump - truly offensive breaks) and then at 6:33. Those three offensive numbers blinked at me from the cable box. My morning just went to shit.

I did manage to brush my teeth, put on very wrinkled cloths (which were all clean) and slap on some deodorant. David chased me around the kitchen with the syrup for my waffles, trying to make me remember my breakfast and then warned me against speeding too much because I still “had time” to get to work. I didn’t listen. I got mad at an idiot in a Mustang and we played “fuck you” throughout the morning traffic. I was more than a little amused when we both ended up on the exit for John Young Parkway, going in opposite directions. I flicked him off as I made my left.

So, no shower, no face wash, no run, no sleep, no concentration, no joy for today. But I am taking tomorrow AND Friday off because I need the break and I won’t be able to take any days off for a month or so One of our other admins is going to have surgery, so I am going to take the time off while I can. And you know what? I deserve it.

But all I want out of today is a shower.
Considering the morning I just had, I’m not really in a bad mood. I am beyond tired but I am really glad that David reminded me about my waffles and there was just enough coffee in the pot for me to get my caffiene fix. That’s something.

I hope you had a happy shower, where ever you are…….a long, hot, steamy happy shower.