My Conversations with Myself - at 3am
What was that?
Oh, just the dog rolling over on her bed.
Wow, I can’t believe that woke me up.
Speaking of which, I wonder if the dog needs a rabies booster.
Hmm, come to think of it I have no idea how often dogs need rabies shots.
Ok Jaime get back to sleep it’s 3 am and the dogs not going to contract rabies between now and the morning.
Ok…It’s not working
Damn it I’m tired
Try counting sheep
Ok, here I go
Wait, why sheep?
Why not donkeys or pigeons?
And could a sheep even leap over a fence anyway.
That wool does look mighty heavy.
Oh shut up, just count.
One
Two
Three
Four
I forgot to test the door stain yesterday.
Where is the stain anyway?
It must be in the toolbox.
I should really take it out and put it on the counter as a reminder.
Actually the door looks quite nice as it is.
But it really doesn’t go with the floors.
Damn it.
When did I stop counting?
Damn, damn, damn,
Ok
One
Two
Three
I hope the dog wakes me up early enough to get the garbage out
I can’t believe that I forgot on Monday
I’m sure Meeka will be up by 8
That’s plenty of time
Damn, damn, damn
I did it again
(Repeat above for 30-90 minutes then wake up, too late for the garbage, forget about the door…)








Oh….sounds like my life.
Me too! Except without the dog. I try to reason with my brain - I am giving you lots of yummy delicious sleep, PLEASE take it! - but will it listen? Not so much.