Wide Awake Again-Holiday Diary Day 2

Well now here we are day 2 and I even stayed up late last night. 
It was close to 11 before I went to bed. 
Slept straight through. 
No cats playing on me. 
No cats scratching at the closet door. 
So please tell me why at 4 a.m. my eyes popped open?
And not only that but I was wide awake.
Three cups of coffee have been consumed.
Discovered that Tember left the rotisserie chicken in the microwave. 
Since Tuesday….. 
Could have been worse if our temps had been above 25. Thankfully not though had they been I would have discovered the chicken sooner. 
It is a cool morning here despite the temperature being 15 already. I have had to close the window a tad as the breeze is chilly.
I will be going to pick Tember and his best friend up this morning. I am ready to go now but they are probably still asleep. Don’t think that the ex would be too happy if I showed up on the doorstep banging on the door at 8 a.m. so I wait for a summoning. 
Who knows l may nap at 9 today instead of 10. 
©August 30/20
Picture is my own

It’s My Party-Holiday Diary Day 1

I promise that I will not bore you will daily updates of me on holidays. 
I know telling you how many pages I have read or written is not everyone’s cup of tea.
And I am rather a boring person as my two weeks are unplanned. Each day is going to be a surprise. 
An adventure if you will of untold delights and more time spent trying to get Thomas to lose weight. There is a measure of success as he is no longer as heavy as he was….I have no scale Tember and I are basing this on how it feels when we lift him up. 
I had a nap yesterday afternoon so it was around 10:30 when I finally fell asleep. 💤💤💤
A delightful sleep until 1:30; 3:15 and 4:30. 
4:30 a.m. on a Saturday the first day of my holidays and my eyes pop open wide awake. As I write this it is 5:12 a.m. Loki and Thomas are playing. Running around the living room.I am enjoying coffee and…..
48 years ago at 8:05 p.m. or 8:35 p.m. I arrived. Not without a bit of drama. 6 days late and 18 hours of labor according to mom. I have been told more than once that by the time I did arrive with help from forceps (I had a pointed head for a bit🤣🤣🤣🤣) mom could not have cared less if a brass band had marched through the delivery room. Not all that sure it would have been a terrific idea but who wouldn’t like the thought that a band played them into this world. I was a fat little thing and a colicky one. Not an easy child. Not an easy task raising me to adulthood and setting me free on an unsuspecting metropolis. 
Today I have no reflections. 
Today I have no answers. (Okay it isn’t like any questions have been posed at 5:18 a.m. given that I am alone save for the cats.)
Today I do have a cake sitting in the fridge. For me. All of it. 
Today I turn 48. 
©August 29/20
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