I’m just saying it’s a little after 3:30 am and if I sit in bed all I can think about is how good a cup of coffee will taste-that and my friggin’ asthma will make me cough. I can’t believe I haven’t woke Dwight up yet-it takes divine intervention for him to sleep past four or if a mouse farts he’s up so I know he’s heard me. I also can’t find Biscuit-he normally sleeps inside and goes out early in the morning. For the last couple of nights, he has wanted to go outside and we hear him barking at coyotes. There’s a pack that keep getting closer to the house. I don’t know if it’s the full moon or the allure of my chickens that’s bringing them closer, but Biscuit is all set to protect us. All twenty pounds of him.
I’m really enjoying by coffee and I’ve got a hair and face treatment from Pinterest that I’m going to try in a little while. The face treatment involves honey and cinnamon and some other crap-but it feels really good after you’ve taken it off-the hair thing I haven’t done before but if it’s as good to my hair as the face thingy I’ll have a productive morning.
Coffee cakes sounds good too.
They say when you can’t sleep that you’re awake in someone else’s dreams. Somebody knock that shit off and count some sheep.
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