Where was the Sandman last night? Nah, not the one who might send me a dream, as in McDreamy guy. Got me one of those. The one who scatters a little sleep dust on my pillow, so that I can drift into lala land for a good eight hours and wake up like a little energizer bunny. Like I ever do that anyway, but still…

Snow is quiet. So quiet, it keeps you awake. Snowplows are loud. So loud, they keep you awake. All I woke up to was a ton of grit in my eyes and a white landscape. Admittedly, a beautiful white landscape, but still…

I tossed. I turned. I got up at midnight, padded down the hall under the blue glow of what I think of as my alien flashlight, and played a few hands of FreeCell on the computer in my otherwise dark office. I padded back to bed under the same glow and read until 2. Next, I snuggled up to the uber sleeper looking for warmth. Padding around the house after the midnight hour is cold business. Then, I flopped on my back; thumped my pillow; listened to the Golden pup sigh; threw my leg outside the covers for a/c, because now I was too hot having snuggled up to the uber sleeper; rolled over onto my side; imagined myself asleep, but still…

The snowplow rumbled by. Again. And again. And again. The snowplow guys must have been waiting for weeks in a hangar somewhere, revving their engines, waiting for snow. At 4 I got a twitter on my cell and hit the off button. Who knew it was on? Sometime after that, I fell face forward into a twitchy sleep for four hours.

Believe me when I say I look like it. I’m gonna need some headbanger music to get through this day.

Gracie Golden Pup pranced into the house yesterday after her super tidy. I’m thinking Golden with a buzz cut. The camo scarf was a nice touch.

Elen