I'm afraid to go to bed. It can't be helping that I'm watching "Ghostly Encounters" on Biography Channel.It's late. It's past bedtime. I've always been nervous in the dark, but I can't sleep if there's any light in the room. When my husband is here, I'm OK. (Although, I must mention that last week, the cat crashed a lamp off of an end table, shattering the bulb. I sat bolt upright in bed--Sophie kitty, too--while husband and Sparkled never stirred. I thought, "must be an Ambien thing. I hallucinated. The cat reacted to me.") My point being, having a husband and a dog is not the same as an ADT security system.
My husband is not here. He's on a plane that at this time is approximately over Omaha. He won't get home until 1:00 or so. That's A.M. I probably won't sleep until then. Even if I do, I know my heart will jump out of my chest when he opens the door because the dog will go ballistic.
How did I manage to live alone for all those years?
My house creaks a lot. I looked outside--it's not windy. Little freaked out.
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Hopefully, 1:00 will come quickly. There was a time, when I lived alone, when I used to sleep on the sofa in the living room with the heat blasting and the TV on. I would fall asleep watching Leno or Conan. Having those shows on and being all warm and cozy when it was cold out made me feel comfy and I was able to sleep and feel pretty decent about it. Whole different lifetime ago. I wish that would work for me now. Maybe I need a TV in the bedroom. Maybe I would like to fall asleep watching Starman. I love that movie.
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