Hubs (I will take some revenge, trust me) woke me at 4:45 a.m. today to say (I kid you not), "I hear the dogs whimpering. Maybe they need to go out."
I looked at the clock and said (again, I'm not kidding), "I can't believe you woke me up to tell me that."
I lay there for a minute, listening, then said, "I hear thunder. That's why they're whimpering."
You know how the story goes, right?
I got up. Hubs fell back asleep, probably before I had even extracted my second leg from the bed.
Nervous dogs and I went downstairs, where I flicked on the coffee maker and fired up the laptop.
I sat and wrote, while Pepper quivered next to me, chin on my leg. Battery power - not plugged in! I may not be the brightest candle on the chandelier, but I know better than to fry my precious laptop in a thunderstorm.
So Blake had some stuff to say this morning. He was cracking me up, as a matter of fact.
Maybe I should write at obscenely early times from now on. Kind of a punchy approach to creativity.