Stormy Weather...

We've had waves of thunderstorms rumbling through the area tonight. After the first wave passed, the light was that hinky grey-yellow sort of bruised color that happens only right before or after storms. Luckily, the dog was walked and the trash taken out before the storms started. That was not the case this weekend when morning walkies occurred in the middle of a deluge of epic proportions.

Between today and tomorrow, I will spend 6.5 hours of my life in meetings. That's nearly an entire day. You can imagine my excitement about this and the work that will be backing up while I'm trapped in the Malevolent Mire of Meeting Misery. MEH.

Last night, I thought the melatonin was helping me slip more seamlessly into sleep. And then...just as I was nearly slumbering...the dog decided to bark and dig blankets and move and move again. I was NOT impressed. Not even a little. Ripley had no trouble dropping right off after she'd finally settled. Me? Not so much. Right now, she's being all sweet, lying on the chair next to me with her wee head on my leg.

Yay for today being Friday and the weekend being almost close enough to taste it. Hope y'all have a good day tomorrow.