After Midnight

I am usually a nocturnal creature. Most nights I can be found right here in front of my tired old computer listening to coast to coast AM. Last night was an exception. The past couple of days I have not been feeling well or should I say even worse than usual. I spent most of the day and night in bed.

3:30 AM I wander into the bathroom. Even when I am half asleep I still remember to check and be sure the seat is down before getting comfortable. The one time I didn’t one of the guys had left it up and I ended up with a cold wet ass, that was a rude awakening.. This should have been a routine non-event. A minute or two to pee, paperwork and back to bed. Nope, not a chance.

I thought I was only there a few seconds when I hear tiny little footsteps. A little gray mouse peeks around the corner at me and then scurried away. OK, so there is a mouse in the house, I looked up at the clock and it was 5:15 AM.

That woke me up in a hurry, where was I for an hour and three quarters? Sleeping on the toilet? Visiting with friends on the Mother Ship? What about the mouse, was it real, did I dream it?

Never a dull moment around here, even when I am asleep.