Barb’s Burblings

At night, Colin usually sleeps snuggled on my legs, except during the summer, when it’s just too warm. (Though if the air conditioning is on enough, even then he’ll join me.) Pem usually winds up somewhere on the bed.

But the past couple of nights, she’s been sleeping on me, which is definitely unusual, except when it’s very cold–which it hasn’t been. So, because it was night and my brain had nothing better to do, I started thinking about those stories about the animals that sense that someone is dying, and goes in and stays with the person. It got to the point that I was a little freaked out at the prospect of going to sleep, for fear that I may never wake up.

Of course I did wind up falling asleep, and I did manage to wake up in the morning. (Barely. I was sleepy.) Yet another indication that I really should come up with new things to occupy my brain, because apparently, my life at the moment just isn’t enough.