It’s a conspiracy!

And everyone’s in on it. The weather. My pets! Everyone!

Oh, wanna know what they’re conspiring to do? To stop me getting any real, productive work done.

No really. It’s true. Hear me out.

We had a huge thunderstorm come through last night, around midnight. Lots of bright lightning, lots of loud thunder. Right on top of us at one stage. I couldn’t stay asleep through that. So I was wide awake, wondering if my 7am personal training appointment was likely to be cancelled, considering it’s in a park and if the park was anything like our backyard it was going to be a pond by morning (it was, by the way, and I enjoyed the extra sleep muchly).

Then, in the middle of the rain and the thunder, the dog starts to cry. Even more wide awake, I realise the rain is probably coming in. And the dog is crying. Yes he’s a sook, and I’m a sucker. So husband and I get up, close doors and windows (slip on the water that has come in) and let the boy inside. Wet dog climbs all over us, is happy to be dried off and given a small bed of old towels in a downstairs bathroom. We go upstairs again, back to bed. He’s quiet.

I almost fall asleep. Then the lightning starts up again and the thunder. But he’s not crying. And what is that strange noise I hear? Oh, probably nothing. At least he’s not crying. It sounds like… panting? And as I realise the dog has opened the bathroom door and snuck upstairs he launches his damp, wet-dog smelling self into the bed with us.

That was the end of sleep for me. By the time we got him calmed down and dried some more, the thunder had passed and he didn’t seem to mind being sent back to his kennel outside. It took me considerably longer to get to sleep again. So now I have a headache. And I’m yawning.

And writing, you know, I don’t think it’s going to happen. Not tonight.

Oh, and I said pets, didn’t I. Yes, well the cat is conspiring against me to. No reason, just this expression: