I was brilliant through the night. I knew exactly what to tell you. It made perfect sense. And I wasn’t going to forget a thing because it so very clear!
Ever happened to you?
But when the morning hours hit, I sat with my coffee in hand, thinking, What was I thinking? Am I forgetting something? Because while I was awake (or thought I was awake) during the night, it all made perfect sense.
My husband is currently away form home, working. So it’s been just me and Hank at night. Alone.
Yup, that’s Hank, this morning as I was drinking my coffee, sleeping like a puppy. He's our very sweet, but very smelly-itchy beagle. He’s a good boy, but he has serious, incurable skin issues and there are times that he licks and itches until I think I might lose my mind. When Hank scratches, he thumps. When he licks, it’s like he has a microphone living on his tongue. He spent most of last night scratching and licking, which means I did not sleep well. At all!
BUT I thought about blogging, and whatever I was thinking had everything do with Hank. It all made perfect sense, until I woke up.
Now…I’m blank! I have nothing to tell you except that my dog kept me up last night. (Must be lack of sleep.)