Fala’s not sleeping. Well, that’s not entirely true. She’s sleeping right now, on the chair in my office. She never used to sleep on that chair but since I put her favorite afghan on it, she sleeps on it most mornings while I work.
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What I mean to say is that she’s not sleeping at night. She falls asleep just fine but sometime about 3:30 or 4:00 in the morning, something bothers her and she stars scratching. When she scratches, she jingles. When she jingles, she wakes me. Why? Because she sleeps next to me on the bed.

So for the last several mornings, I’ve woken at about 4:00 or 4:30. It means nothing to her to wake me at that time, because, as I’ve already demonstrated, she sleeps all day. What does she care?

I’m not sure why she starts scratching then, but last night I removed her collar and she fell back to sleep. I, on the other hand, was up for good, so I watched the rest of Inspector Lynley, Blink of an Eye, on Tivo. I had fallen asleep during it the night before, around 9:15. Why? Because the stupid dog keeps waking me at 4:00 in the morning.

So now, I’m in a funk because that’s what happens when I don’t get enough sleep. That, and overeating. Don’t ask me why being tired leads me to overeating but it does. Anyway, so now I’m in this funk, and I need to get out of it but am not sure how.

For starters, I’m cleaning the house, before Anna, the cleaning lady arrives. Yes, we all know the absurdity of cleaning before the cleaning lady – but it’s not really cleaning, it’s more like straightening, putting crap away so that she can actually dust and vacuum without navigating the obstacle course that is normally my house.
Next, maybe I’ll convince me that getting on the bike, will make me feel better. But somehow I doubt it – this could be one of those days where I walk around in my bike shorts and shirt all morning. Then again, you never know.

After that – I’m clueless. I could try reading but I’m tired. Maybe a walk in the woods but I’m tired. Can’t do the nap – I lost that ability sometime since college with only fleeting glimpses of it on the occasional vacation without children. Besides, Anna will be here and I feel there’s something terribly wrong with me napping while she’s cleaning.

Anyway, so now I’m in a funk and I’ve probably blown enough time whining here – so I guess it’s back to “straightening” for me.