I can’t seem to get awake and am wandering around aimlessly. Didn’t have one of my better nights. I was really tired last night and decided to hit the sack early. So went to bed a little before 23:00 last night thinking I would get rested up so I get a chunk of work done today, since I will be out most of tomorrow. Just got to sleep and my youngest dog started carrying on like crazy barking her head off. Dang, I tried everything to shut her up short of choking her (grin). I wasn’t too concerned about intruders, because the other two dogs were just fine. Then I heard it, wait, what was that? A buzz??? Oh, there must be a fly or bug or something trapped behind the blinds. So, I get up and check all the windows and, you guessed it, I couldn’t find anything. Of course what ever it was fell silent.
I finally got back to sleep and then that dang dog started it all over again. This time it was after midnight and I did give some thought to choking her (grin). I just couldn’t get her to shut up. Let me tell you, my blood pressure was probably up so high that it would have been off the scale. I got up and just sat on the side of the bed. I couldn’t hear anything. Just as I was about to give up and try to go back to sleep, I heard it a coming. Sounded like a dive bomber and it hit me in the middle of my bare back. That slowed it up enough that when it passed me I was able to swat it out of the air with my open hand. When it hit the floor I beat it so hard, that big black beetle ended up as thin as paper. Wonder how a big beetle got in my house? By now it was 01:00 or after and I figured I could finally get some sleep. Boy was I wrong. About 03:00 or so I woke with the calf muscle in my right leg in severe pain. Seemed it was contracted so tight it had my foot pointing up toward my knee. It hurt real bad and I couldn’t relax it, so had to rub it until I could get it relaxed enough to get my foot pointing in the right direction. You know, that leg is still sore this morning. What the heck caused that? OK, go ahead and tell me “old age” did it – yeah, I dare you, go ahead and tell me that. Go ahead and make my day, you can’t make it any worse. Of course my dear old Dad always told me that “nothing is so bad that it can’t get worse”.
Now I am really tired and with a sore leg. Got to get my mind working so I can get some of this work done. Maybe a quick walk through the flea market will fix me up, what you think? You all have a good day now, you hear?