I've been a bit out of it the past few days. I have a good excuse. When my neuropathy acts up and my feet become very painful, I take a medication that makes my sleep really weird. I sleep very lightly, have bizarre dreams, and think I hear people talking and doorbells ringing. For example, last night I dreamed that an older, gray haired with crewcut old man came into my bedroom holding an enormous balloon shaped like a huge bunch of green grapes. I woke up and saw the man and grapes disappear. How weird is that?
The one thing that keeps me from just giving up on sleep altogether is when Pepper jumps up on my bed, walks up to the head of the bed, and gives me a little eskimo kiss before she crawls under the covers for a nice snuggle. She lays down right at my hip, so she's buried by the comforter but still able to lick my hand as I pet her. It is a nightly ritual that I very much enjoy.
Labels: Cats, insomnia, Our House, Pepper