I will say that the time in which I was actually asleep, it was a restful and peaceful sleep (not like my sleep at home). But every now and again, I'd wake and think, "Wow -- it's quiet here. Like really REALLY quiet!" I think I could get used to that for sure though.
One night I had a dream that a couple from my neighborhood bought my dump-of-a-house and totally gutted and remodeled the whole thing. I stopped by one morning and said to the new owner, "The place looks great. I'm just wondering if I happened to leave my washer & dryer here? I can't seem to find it, and I thought perhaps I may have accidentally left it behind." To which she responded, "Well, gee. I don't think so, but let me run and check." After a few moments she reappeared and advised me that my washer and dryer were not left behind. "Strange," I thought to myself. "I wonder where I left them." Then, at that very moment, I turned to walk up the street and I woke up from my dream in a panic and thought, "Wait! Where do I live? WHERE DO I LIVE???" I sat up, looked around, realized I was in a guest room at the ranch and that I still lived in my dump-of-a-house back home and all was well with the world. I laughed myself back to sleep.
The night I got back home from weekend, I was exhausted from packing up and cleaning the ranch house and driving, etc. I think my eyes shut as soon as I hit the pillow. About 4:30 in the morning I heard this loud rattle above my head. I shot up, heart pounding through my chest, and quickly reached for the blinds above me that were still shaking. Imagine my surprise when I saw my INDOOR cat sitting on the OUTSIDE ledge outside of my bedroom window! I reached out my hand, thinking the screen must have popped out. But it hadn't; it was still there. I worried that while I was away for the weekend someone had accidentally let Sadie escape. I quickly threw on some clothes and shoes, tripped over my suitcase (still unpacked from the weekend) and rushed outside to rescue the AWOL kitten. I was about 2 inches too short, even on my tippy toes. I tried to coax her into moving towards me. But all Sadie did was offer up an irritated "mew" in return. Just when I almost had her ~POOF!~ through the bedroom window she disappeared! "What in the world?" I thought.
I went back into the house, again tripping over my suitcase, turned on a light and after a closer inspection found that the bottom edge of my screen had pulled loose from the frame -- just enough for a cat to get through. I wondered how long she'd been pulling that little stunt. I slammed the window shut and went back to bed. Ugh.
And now, I leave you with a saying my Amish Grandma Goldie Miller used to say (mostly because I am having a bit of a crappy day and this always makes me smile): "It'll all get better before the cat lays an egg."
And THAT, my dear readers, is what I leave you with today. Au revoir!