I am a very seasonal sort of guy. I don’t have to set an alarm. That’s what the two cats and dog are for – Dad, get the hell up, we are hungry! But otherwise, when I wake up is determined by the light coming in through the window. Earlier in the summer, later in the winter. So my sleeping in more than usual is not a hedonistic desire to loll around in leisure. It’s probably because the curtain is drawn and the door is latched shut, so the cats and dog can’t come and wake me. *
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Bedtime is another issue. I’d gladly retire by nine thirty pm, but I normally wait until my wife, a night shifter, leaves for work at ten fifteen. I dearly love her and I enthusiastically enjoy the nightly routine of kisses and hugs. But being a born and bred New Yorker I have my security patrol to do making sure that all the doors and windows are closed or latched.
After she leaves its time for the “tenzies.” Our dog has seperation anxieties. When Mom would depart there would be a racket that could wake the entire neighborhood. The answer to this? A treat to distract. The cats being the good little trade-unionists that they are saw this as an unfair advantage. They insisted that they be cut in on the treats- or else.
By about ten forty five I am off to bed. Other than the cats looking to find a place to snuggle I am left in peace.
*With no levity implied, I have to inform you that the Teamsters local in our house, Cats & Dogs local 8, views my late rising as a contract violation. Not being fed in a timely fashion is viewed as the equivalent of your not receiving your paycheck on time.
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I get it. We have only one fur baby, but he keeps us on track, timewise.
Oh, man. I would also happily be in bed by 2130; and I prefer to rise early (with the sun, more or less); but my housemates (wife and son) are night owls who will stay up until midnight or later.
That is a real drag on early to bed and early to rise!
Parker gets on our bed right after supper. White Paws is asleep in his chosen spot. The others wait me out. As soon as I hit the bed to read, they are all over me which makes holding a book virtually impossible. Pretty much I go to be when they tell me to…the fine print in the Teamsters contract that I, unfortunately, missed.
Yep…they know the contract, and we don’t!
Haha love the comparison to a union contract 🤣 it’s certainly chaos in my house if we don’t wake up on time. No such thing as sleeping in anymore!
I get up to let the dogs out at 5:30 and go back to bed. In summer I sleep later because it finally gets cold around 4 am and I like that very very much. I suppose an air conditioner would fix that problem, but… And, as we know, I’m not a summer person. My dogs are cool with whatever I do and happy to see me when I emerge for reals.
I hear you about summer. I used to like summers in Maine, then, to the locals, 80 was intolerable…what can I say, climat change has altered our New England summers out of easy recognition.
😫 Climate change is a myth 😉
OK, Martha, of you say so.
🤣 If it were real, the Rio Grande wouldn’t have a diminished flow from…OOoooops!
The warmth of summer gets me going earlier than the gray winter.
Very nice 👍
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