Something woke me up.
Must have been the rain.
And for no good reason here you are.
Inside my head again.
It was about 5am when the noise of pouring rain woke me this morning. The pleasure of listening to it from my warm comfortable bed quickly passed into paranoia-land as I pondered if I’d totally closed all of the car windows. After tossing and turning for a while worrying about it, I stumbled out into the driveway and checked. By this point the rain was letting off anyway, and any seat exposed to the weather would have been totally drenched, so it wouldn’t have done any good. Not that I found any open windows anyway. Sigh. Back to bed, and to sleep.
Anyway, why is it that it’s so much easier to doze at 7am when it’s time to get up than at 5am when there is time aplenty to snooze?