This whole week I’ve been waking up at strange times. Bereft of anything better to do, and my circadian rhythm severely screwed up I’ve been reaching over, picking up my iPad and single fingering long rambling posts from supine and then not clicking publish. Ive been writing weirdly bombastic, aggressive stuff at 2am… I guess most of my posts lean into superciliousness, perhaps these just seem more so than usual.
This morning I have an added encumbrance to my predawn shenanigans. It’s her birthday today. She’s turning four. My wife is sleeping in the other bedroom with the just one year old. We have a party planned for later. I should be trying to sleep.
(theoretically) I should be sleeping better… since I’m not working anymore. I imagine, after psychoanalyzing myself, that I’m going through some sort of transitional phase… maybe.
Tonight though the German wanted out. And then started to bark somewhere near the top of my garden which is very overgrown and scary. (My daughter refers to it as the deep dark wood) My German Shepherd never barks. Unless something is amiss…
…Like someone being there thats not supposed to be. In my gung-ho days I might have investigated such an occurrence on my own with a flashlight, a rifle and knife gripped in between my teeth. These days, well… I farm out at least part of that responsibility.
My security company sent two scary guys with berets, body armor and camouflage and together we trekked up the incline… me barefoot, in my boxers and a T-shirt sans any of the accoutrements required for such an endeavor.
My seemingly lackadaisical approach bolstered by the addition of at least two additional targets and the fact that the morale of any lurker (at least historically) is usually broken by the sight of torches wielded by multiple combatants. It’s not really about anything else other than suggesting a softer target might be in order.
In any event I am still alive.
03h49 doesn’t seem like a great time for Fruit Loops though.