Jerry decided to go to bed early but I was still doing school work and attempting to make sure I’d completed all I could for one day. I also knew I needed to write this post so after closing everything for school work I went searching for ideas. While I was thus engaged, and Jerry was now snoring beside me, someone knocked on our bedroom door.
Now it’s not uncommon for
our kids to come into our bedroom for various reasons but while our girls will
knock when it’s closed, our boys generally don’t. And at that hour it wasn’t
likely to be the girls but my first inclination was they would just come in
because as far as I knew it was unlocked.
Then I heard the distinct
rattle of someone attempting to open a locked door.
Wonderful. He locked it
and now he’s fast asleep.
Now you have to
understand because I’m a full-time student I was half-buried in books for my
classes, and had most of my tech around me. But most importantly was my
computer on my bed table in front of me.
The first step, push my
computer away from me.
The second step, make
sure none of my paraphernalia is going to fall off the bed or otherwise make a
mess or get lost somehow. Jerry is good at burying things under blankets,
pillows, and such. Or simply knocking them off the bed. If it also ends up
under the bed I may not find it for a while.
Of course, while I’m
still moving things so I can get up, whoever is at the door knocks again.
“Give me a minute.”
Third step, the whole
turning to get my legs off the side of the bed, sliding to get my feet on the
floor, and pulling me up to a standing position. I generally manage this by
pulling on the handles to my closet doors.
The fourth step, maneuver
clear across the room, past two dogs who are more intent on seeing who is at the
door than they are at getting out of my way so I can reach the door. I shove
past them while realizing that my bladder knows I’m moving. For some reason, it
thinks my moving is the time to empty. I’m hoping I’ll be able to get to the
bathroom in time.
I get the door unlocked
and Tony walks in. He has a transportation issue and wonders if he can have our
car tomorrow.
I aim for the bathroom as
quickly as I can. “Someone has an appointment tomorrow so no. Talk to dad.” I
shut the bathroom door and quickly take care of business while he wakes Jerry
up enough to talk to him.
That solves Tony’s issue
and Jerry went right back to snoring.
It did not solve my
issue.
I still have a post to
write. My idea bank is too low to tap and my muse likes abandoning me when I
need them the most. I decided to check just one notification on Facebook.
I don’t know why I even
attempted that. It is never just one notification. Facebook is nothing more
than a rabbit hole and sensible people should avoid it when they have deadlines
to meet. I suppose this means I’m not sensible.
Now, a couple of hours
later, I’m officially up way too late again. I weighed my options.
Option one, get right to
bed and wake up by five so I have time to write and post before this has to be
up. The downside is this means not getting enough sleep.
Option two, quickly
figure out an idea and write a post then go to bed, preferably after I also set
it up so I can sleep until seven or even seven-thirty. Might not be enough
sleep but certainly more than getting up at five.
Thankfully desperation
seems to help the muse do its job.
Thus inspired I begin typing.
Fortunately, I know touch typing and my words per minute are decent. I can fill
three pages in about half an hour as long as my muse is still cooperating.
Now it is closer to the morning
than the middle of the night and my head doesn’t like the fact I’m still awake.
Though I’m almost free to get some rest.
All I have to do now is
choose a title, choose a picture to accompany it, edit the whole thing so it
makes sense, then get it scheduled to go live at the appointed hour.
It’s wonderful how
desperation can inspire you to work quickly.
Oh, happy day of birth to
my beautiful new granddaughter, Aria Danielle Plagmann, born Monday, October 11th.
Smile. Make the day a
brighter day.
