I live a very structured life. I get up at the same every day, ostensibly to get Ari and/or Christopher up and to get working. Ari has to be up by 7:30, so I trundle around getting tea and feeding the cats and tossing a bagel in the toaster for him. He is spoiled; what can I say.
Today, there was no doing it. I was beat. I went in and poked where I believed his head to be and said "get up, get me up at 8, make your own bagel". There was a snorty sound from the pile of pillows. I went back to bed. The cats stood expectantly in the hallway, as this is the usual cue to head down for food. I went back to bed. Maggie came with me. JoJo looked down the hallway forlornly, wondering if a cat had ever, ever gone more than 8 hours without food.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was 8:30. Maggie was sleeping blissfully on my tummy. I'm not sure how she does this, but she does. JoJo, obviously finding an acceptable answer to her question, was piled back in her corner under the heat register snoozing away. She probably thought it was tomorrow.
Why am I telling you this? Well, it's my blog and I don't really need a reason. You read, I write. Anyway, I've finally figured out why I'm getting such lousy sleep. The problem is that my phone texts me now. The kids and even a few business people use texts to send me information. This is fine. It's short and sweet. But my phone makes this little weird sound when a text comes in, and I get just few enough for it to surprise me every time. The sound is turned down low, which is fine. If a text comes in and I'm near my phone, I can just see it. Which is also fine.
No, the problem is that when Maggie sleeps, she makes a similar sound. She's a noisy little 6 pounder, and she makes these little wheezy sounds when she snores. They have a little rhythm, like the noise when a text comes in.
Deep in my subconscious, I take all the input from my day and try to make sense of it all. I worry about what I haven't got time to do, I worry about things that are happening and things I can't make happen. And somewhere in the swimming jumble of sleep, I hear a weird little noise.
I spend all night trying to answer the cat.
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