I was going to write about how it only rains in LA during rush hour but it stopped raining.
Once again insomnia has reared it's ugly head in our household. We're trying to decide if Pkin's insomnia is waking me or my insomnia is waking Pkin. I think Pkin started it all.
Tuesday AM I woke to a blazing emergency broadcast message at two o'clock. He didn't turn off the TV when he came to bed. This morning I woke to a 3:00 AM bad, horrific dream with traveling salesmen and dead aunts who were alive an dying. (I blame it all on the Girl Scout cookies. Thank goodness I ate all of those bad boys yesterday!)
The benefits of a sleepless include being up at five AM when the rain starts to pour buckets. You know, I should have put my houseplants outside for the early morning rain instead of filling an old milk carton and watering them around the house. One's mind is not the most acute with 5 hours of sleep, two nights in a row. I was able, though, to get the newspaper inside before it's double wrapped-ness was fully soaked.
See benefits upon benefit.
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