This was a rough morning. I am functioning on about three hours sleep, which is at least four hours less than I need to be on top of the game. It was not a good night.
The first problem was my own darn fault. I had two cans of Pepsi Max during the evening. The caffeine had me awake and alert. Our dog, “Casey the Lab,” is weather-phobic. Lightning and thunder drive him around the bend. Even heavy rain and winds cause him to have an anxiety attack. Last night, it wasn’t a major storm, but about the time we went to bed it started raining and the wind picked up. The darn dog would not settle down. He kept panting loudly and pacing around our bedroom, with his nails making scratching noises on the new floor. Occasionally, he would try to jump up into bed with me. Then the power went off and that made him even crazier. Finally, around 3:30 am, Mrs. P had had enough of it and went out to the family room to sleep on the couch. She took the big doofus with her.
She is not working today. I hope she can catch up on her lost sleep.