Thursday, July 21, 2005


Sleep... wonderful sleep. We sure take it for granted, don't we? If we get a good night's sleep you don't hear us going on and on the next day about how wonderful it was to go to sleep without trouble, to have a dreamless, deep, satisfying slumber and to awake refreshed and renewed. Don't know about you, but I've never heard it. Yet, if we don't get enough we grumble and grouch and yawn and whine. Yeah, me. I know.

Don't ask me why... the moon was full as could be last night. Frieda was peacefully quiet. All. Night. Long. I didn't wake up until a thunderstorm rolled through at 4 a.m. and woke because of the wind and thunder, not her. Maybe she wore herself out the night before! Who knows. I'm just thankful for the break. Let's hope this is a new trend...