It is pouring the rain here at the cabin right now and for the first time in a long time, I’m glad. The sound of those big, fat raindrops hitting the roof will hopefully lead to some much needed serious sleep tonight. I’ve never been one to like the rain… at all. It usually depresses me to the point of wanting to crawl under the covers and just hide until the sun comes out.
Mountain Man has really tried to get me to see the beauty in the rain and fog, and at times, I’ve been able to. And tonight just happens to be one of ’em. My only problem is that it’s still just a little too early to call it a night and I’m hoping it’s still raining like this once we retire for the evening. And I’m really hoping to sleep good for the first time in a week.
Do y’all know how early 4:40 am actually is?
Well, I do now. I found out this morning and let me tell ya, it ain’t pretty. No human being in the world should be required to get up before 6 am. Ever. Period. 6 am is early enough for whatever the day has to bring. And before any of you start cussing at me, yes, I am fully aware that there are certain jobs that must carry on 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year in order for us to survive and function in this wonderful life. I used to have one of those jobs and I worked the graveyard shift. That too, falls into my category of things no human being should be required to do. But, that’s a story for another day.
Anyway, I apologize… again… for the lack of riveting content in my writing that I know all of you have come to expect. But I made myself a promise and I’m gonna keep it. Just bear with me, and after this week of exciting training, that just happens to be held out-of-town, I’ll be back on a somewhat more normal sleeping schedule and maybe, juuuuuust maybe, I’ll be able to figure out how to balance this new life of mine out again.
Did you catch the sarcasm?