POLLY DID IT!!!
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Good Morning All;
Seems an odd Sunday already... No Green Bay Packers Game. My helmet will just have to wait 'til next weekend!
And that's OK with me; (in that I won't be having to jump up and down today at all).
I hurt my darned back the other day carrying something that would have been better carried by two. Right now, it even hurts to take a deep breath.
This too shall pass. (It always does)...
If you have ever 'thrown' your back out, you know that with this pain comes one heck of a tough time to even fall to sleep...
I went upstairs early, wishing only for the sandman. (Sad, that).
But I did fall asleep before too long.
Then comes the process of trying to remain asleep.
~Telling myself before sleep came NOT to move. (Didn't work too well though).
So inbetween those hours of a waking, painful sleepiness I did try to roll a few times. Big mistake.
I have been up since about 2:40AM.
These waking hours coming only after having been woken up quite fiercely by a thump on my skull.
Not fun.
Certainly not funny either.
And especially no fun when one is startled even more painfully out of sleep.
A bit of background here...
The "thing" pictured at the top of the page is a handheld wooden massager, given to me by Polly some years ago. I call him Arnie, and I keep Arnie on the headboard of my bed when it is not down here rubbing someones back.
Up until last night, keeping it there was never a problem.
A bit MORE background too...
I have a cat. His name is Sputnik.
***This cats sole purpose in life, until last night, was to catch any mowisses that would dare to enter my home; and to pester the dogs at least twice every day.
(Mr. Sputnik gets very high accolades in BOTH of those departments).
Back to last night now...
...As I lay sleeping, (dreamless, but still asleep), of a sudden, something collides directly with the middle back portion of my noggin; hitting it with an obvious catapulted force.
WTH?
This was not a mere 'gee, it fell off the headboard' thing... No, this "thing" was actually thrown at my head with great force.
Simultaneously, I just about jump out of my dang jammies, (definitely out of the bed), and come fully awake; feeling Arnie laying on one of my pillows.
repeat, WTH???
Until last night, Arnie never moved of his own accord...
...(At least I don't think he ever did)...
Time for a bit of light and some eyesight too.
Being that my back was hurting, I could not reach my lamp.
Nor could I even find my glasses!
Clearly, they were NOT where I had left them last night!?!??
(OK, OK, not so 'clearly' then)!
...And even Miss Punk, lying sound asleep at the foot of the bed, was more than a little confused too.
With great effort, (and a bit more cussing at my head and my back), I find my glasses 4 feet north of where they had been taken off, and 3 feet down.
These too seemingly having been tossed off the nightstand by some godforsaken unknown sweeping force...
Locating them, AND the lightswitch, I finally have eyesight (AND light)! What more would one possibly need at 2:40 in the morning??? And with that light came the discovery that Mr. Damn Sputnik was trying to curl himself up all comfy~like, upon my headboard.
(Nice of you to dust it off for me, Sputty, but no you may NOT sleep there).
And yes, I had to fight the urge to bat that cat off the headboard!!!
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Sputty as a 'working' cat........ . Sputty as a pain in the @ss.
Not being able to fall back to sleep, what to do but to come back here and read. Yes, I have been running around silly on the web here today...
Casey and Greg got here pretty late (um, 'early') ~and with herself in pain all over again. She sleeps right now. Thankfully so.
And I do believe that before the day is done I shall be napping a bit myself.
*Makes mental note to close and lock the cat in bathroom before heading back upstairs at any point...
Have a wunnaful Sunday!
XOXO
Anne
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