How to Turn 40

Wow, didn't get in from my volunteer work until almost 11. What an odd night on the lines. I came home all jittery. Of course I could as well attribute that to the new moon, PMS, or a change in the weather, but lets go with it being the lines. I didn't turn in until almost midnight, and even then I only did so in order for everyone else to get some sleep. Puppy wasn't tired either. She attacked my husband with gusto. For a little dog she has some ferocious teeth! Harry Connick Jr. on the cd player had ended, my husband was snoring, I'd like to say softly because that sounds so much better than saying like-a-freight-train, kitty was purring and puppy had crawled up from the foot of the bed to lay her head on my arm. She wasn't very happy with my tossing and turning, itching and scratching body that refused to settle in for the night. I put the cd back on and listened to it play through a second time. I thought about getting up, but that would only wake the pets, which would wake my husband. I stared out the window at the brick wall that is our view. I heard the garbage truck roll down the street with it's beep-beep-beep backup sounds. That's about the time I finally drifted off...and that's about the time my husband gently shook me to say that he'd turned off the alarm yesterday and I needed to get up for work NOW. So begins another day...