I have a full schedule and will not be back until tonight sometime, but in the mean time, I thought I would let you in on Thurston’s late night antics last night.
This time of year, even though it can get cold, I sleep with the window open, because the combination of the crisp fresh spring air and the some coming through the windows in the morning makes me feel 20 years old when I wake up in the morning. I don’t get cold because I have three dogs and sometimes a cat and a down comforter, so why not?
At any rate, apparently, Thurston got chilly, and somehow managed to get in between the duvet cover and the comforter, which was fine for a while, I guess, but when he decided he wanted to move to another spot, he learned he was trapped. He started squealing like a stuck pig, thrashing all over the place, kicking, wailing, he rolled on top of Rosie who promptly bit my foot, Lily ran across my head to unass the AO and get the hell out of there, and basically gave me a heart attack. I leaped out of bed, knocked my glasses off the stand while trying to find the light switch to see what the hell was going on.
At that point, I was naked, blind, it was three am, I had chaos in my bed, and I had to get down on my hands and knees to search for my glasses so I wouldn’t step on them. Finally found them, figured out what happened, and by then Thurston had himself in such a lather and the comforter and duvet so knotted up and tangled I had to just take the whole cover off to find him.
So yeah. Tuesday in the Cole household.