Isn't it wonderful?

I was in a hurry to go to sleep last night and could hardly wait to finish watching the news. I was impatient for the news reader to say goodnight and switched the television off immediately. All I longed for, was to lie in my bed under the warm duvet with the lightweight blanket on top and Tyke by my side.

 

It was a relatively cold day yesterday and there was a strong wind blowing, which was bad if you had any kind of a decent hairdo. My hair was parted on the wrong side by the wind and I did not notice it until some time later when I happened to look in the mirror. I had just washed it, so it had no staying power whatsoever.

 

But it was relatively cold and I even had turned the thermostat up for part of the day and the thought of being tucked away in a warm bed was very appealing. I think I was looking forward to the weekend too and wanted to sleep as late as I possibly could, because that is what weekends are for.

 

I had forgotten about Tyke, who always finds a reason to wake me up in the middle of the night and this night was no exception. With my warm body wrapped in my bathrobe, I stood by the open back door and waited for him to get done with whatever he needed to do out on the patio. It takes him a while to make up his mind and to get around to do whatever he has to do. He dawdles.

 

Knowing that he has taken care of business now, I also know that when I do go back to bed, I can sleep as late as I want, because he will not be in any hurry to go for a walk in the morning. Of course, first I have to get into the right frame of mind to go back to bed, but I know that will happen eventually. All I have to do is quit drinking this cup of coffee and switch to ice cold lemonade.

 

I can not eat a cheese sandwich that is made with mayonnaise. My stomach revolts and I get sick. I thought I would give it a try and bought a small jar of mayonnaise, but it is futile. Instead, I had a sandwich with margarine yesterday and that was fine. I even think that the margarine makes the bread go down easier. At any rate, cheese sandwiches are not something I have to forego. The cheese I bought is very good, so I am happy about that.

 

I will have to go grocery shopping this weekend, because the animals are almost out of food, and I can not wait to buy some vanilla custard. It has become my once a week treat. I stuff myself with it and have to lie down afterwards and usually take a nap to recuperate. But it is all worth because I am probably making a childhood dream come true: to have all the custard to myself.