I overslept Wednesday morning and when I woke up, I had a hard time trying to get out of the bed. I was stuck under the covers, because all of our dogs were sleeping on top of the blankets, not allowing me to move an inch.
Together Mama, Roy and Abbie weigh a total of at least two-hundred-fifty pounds and I was sandwiched between them. Belle who only weighs about fifty pounds was sleeping on top of my hair, on Tony's pillow. Little Toto was sleeping, on my pillow, right next to my head and Beau who probably weighs about forty pounds, was curled up on top of my feet. As I pleaded for our dogs to please get off of our bed, while twisting and trying to turn, I realized exactly how sardines must feel, even though they are dead.
My ordeal with the dogs lasted for nearly two full minutes, before I was finally free to move about our trailer. While I was waiting for my Donut Shop Coffee to brew, I pushed Carlton's button, "You have six new messages."
I listened to all six messages, that had started coming in before 6:30 AM. None of them were urgent and a couple of them were annoying and that's all that I have to say about that. Anyway, it is not how I like to start my day. So, let's just say that I was not a happy camper when Tony got back from town. In less than an hour, I was back to normal and fine. And I did return everyone's phone calls. Then things rapidly went uphill for me.
Spike Gillespie, a dear friend of mine, who is also an extremely talented author and Ori, came out for a short visit with Tony and me around 4:00. I had a blast, because she and I are kindred spirits and we had a lot to catch up on and share with each other. Before they left, I gave her a signed copy of, The Cowgirl Sisterhood: The Membership Drive, Part I and she gave me a book of poems, Until You Electrocute Everyone, written by her dear friend, Deva Haney. (I finished reading it this afternoon and I love it and I highly recommend it to everyone.