At precisely 1:53 last night Nellie the Nervous Pudelhund sprang three feet straight up in the air from her nest in bed between RUABelle and me. She was barking her little pin head off because apparently a squirrel had farted somewhere within a five mile radius of our cabin in Sewanee.
It’s awful quiet up there on top of the mountain, so needless to say the experience was quite jarring. As I waited for the adrenaline to subside from my bloodstream, I stared at the numbers on the clock. For two hours.
Then I apparently fell asleep for about thirty minutes. I know this because I had a dream that I couldn’t fall asleep. When I woke up and realized that I had actually been asleep I was most disappointed in myself.
To the point that I stared at the clock until the alarm went off at 6:00 am.