Today is going to be interesting to say the least. In the past two years I've developed sleep patterns that would cause a Kodiak bear to contemplate suicide in winter. To be succinct, I don't sleep well. I'll hit the hay at 9 pm and read until 11. Then I'll put away my material and lie prone looking at the ceiling until around 2 am. People who have never experienced this phenomena will tell me to take a Motrin. Silly people. It'd be better for me if a sledgehammer came crashing down in my skull. Trust me when I say I've tried almost everything known to mankind yet here I am at 6:00 am sucking down Italian roast coffee.
Last night I left consciousness at 2 am. At 5 am I awakened to make one of my ten thousand nightly trips to empty my bladder, hopped back in bed and did what I do best-----look at the ceiling. At 5:45 am Charlie started licking my ankle which means he wanted breakfast. What Charlie wants Charlie gets. Normally, Her Majesty, who can function nicely on 15 minutes of snooze time, feeds him but today I told myself to get up and get going. I don't know what the day holds for me but I just may be a candidate for that once popular television show, The Walking Dead.
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