And no one’s gonna call the cops on the sheriff’s only son Shawshank, March 22, 2026 We actually slept in. I don’t know if Podrick was just being nice, or because I was up and out looking for not one but two sleep masks, with my flashlight out and everything. You see, someone took both my sleep masks off me. Usually when someone does that, they put them where I can blindly pat my hands to find them. Not this morning. Not even close. So I get up , and actually look at the time. It’s 3:03am. My first thought is, great! I can still get back to sleep again. Lemme just pee, then I’ll find my mask, and get back to sleep. Podrick didn’t visit while I was on the toilet. I head back into the room and do a quick pat down, in the dark, and of course with my eyes shut. Nothing. Damn it. I say to myself, fuck it, we’ll do it live. That lasted about 3 minutes, and I get up, and fish my phone out of its pillow prison. I climb out of bed, and start sweeping the bed. I lift up my pillows, and flip the blankets up carefully. Nothing. I go in between the blankets. I sigh, and turn the flash light on, and go over everything again. Nothing. Damn it. On a whim, I shine my light down to the floor at the end of the bed. Pay dirt! There they are. The headphones are still playing Sleep Daddy. I pick them up, pull them back on, and reset the Sleep Daddy, and get comfortable back in the bed. zzzzzzzz Then the bed started getting really warm. So I move my upper part of my body up a level of blankets to cool off. Well, the cooler are outside of the bed nest, was a hell if a lot colder than under the blankets. It took a while to figure out the best combination of ultimate comfort: one leg, exposed to the knee to the elements. One arm, up a level, just under the top blanket. Head and face, partially covered, but a little more than partially covered, if you can understand that. So, short story long, we’re up and we have coffee beside us. It’s Sunday, and chores will be starting up in a little while, after I pour some more coffee down my throat. Wow 6 paragraphs on my sleep struggles, that’s totally must see TV. Isn’t it? Wow. tl; dr: spin, sleep, masks stolen, pee, masks recovered, coffee, too hot, too cold, just right, leg out, arm partially covered. Happy Sunday, everyone. Life blogbloggerchore daycoffeejournallazy Sundaymorningspersonal blogTinyTown
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