it's a worry night. i am worrying about returning to work and caring for everyone up here too. i am worrying about vet bills and the upcoming fundraiser.
i try to not worry, and have the grace of blind faith, but frankly i suck at gracefully having blind faith. but i am really good at imagining all that can possibly go wrong and ruining a perfectly good sleep.
ratz, and this would be the one night that tom sleeps so well. why can't he be a needy pain on my worry nights and sleep like a babe when i sleep well?
sigh, cuz he is an ancient old dog and ancient old dogs like to do it their own special way. even when it wrecxs a good sleep.
2 hours til the alarm goes off...should i go back to bed or should i just start washing floors?....hmmm, i will try bed first, maybe the thought of mopping will bore me to sleep.