Damnit, Back Up Alarm Clock

[Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Seventy Nine]

I was totally going to go back to sleep this morning.

And then I didn’t.

But first the news:

When I first started getting up at ass o’clock in the morning, I was waking up the cat. She sleeps downstairs in the living room and I’ll admit to a bit of joy as I woke her up instead of the other way around.

See, she knew that our alarm went off at 0645 (back in the day) and that we rolled out of bed around 0700 and she would come upstairs and start howling JUST before the alarm clock around 0630.


Thus, it was totally petty of me, but I LOVED waking her up those two precious first days before she figured out it was going to be a thing and started waking up before I got downstairs.

But now.

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Also Not a Good Alarm Clock

[Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Seventy Two]

This so totally going to be one of those rambling posts, y’all. Cause DAMNIT Boy Twin got up at three thirty and wouldn’t go back to sleep for an hour. My alarm went off at four thirty and I just whimpered. I wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t even in bed. It was oh so totally justified had I gone back to sleep until eight ish.

But, no, we’re doing the five o’clock wake up thing.

I’m going to go to sleep SO easily tonight.

But first the news:

Also, can I go back to sleep NOW?

How about now?


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Not Exactly What I Had In Mind

[Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Sixty Four]

Photo by Tim Bish on Unsplash

I’m freaking the fuck out.

First of all, I managed SOMEHOW to drag myself out of bed on day two. I totally fell back asleep after the alarm went off at four forty this morning. And then jerked back awake ten minutes later to get downstairs by five.

I’m calling it a win.


As I’m sleepily going through email and grumbling about this five a.m. thing, a MASSIVE spider runs across the table.


I can’t see it anymore because it’s run under the lip of the table on the other side but I know it’s there. I’m contemplating actions, next actions – my brain is giving me that scenario where future me is typing along and it crawls up my arm having made its way under the table to my side.

And THEN it pops out from under the table right across from me.

And just stops.

Looking at me.

I’m looking at it.

I get out of my chair to get a glass to take it outside.


I totally wanted to smash it or sweep it off the table. Either of those. In either order. I don’t know what I would’ve done, but it KNEW and ran back under the table.

And WARRIORS – when I looked under the table SECONDS LATER with my cell phone light that blinds people at a thousand yards?

It’s GONE.

But first the news:

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Thirty One

[Please Note: I Am REALLY Sleep Deprived]

I was on my way to bed when I realized I hadn’t blogged and I blog every day and so I’m here and I’m falling asleep as I write.

But first the news:

Damnit, Dutch.

So basically our numbers are creeping back up, but people are REALLY sick of lock down / corona rules.

Good times.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Twenty Eight

[Not Broken, Just Heinously Bruised]

Good news!

Those three middle toes on the left foot that I used to fight the stairs and the stairs won?

Not broken.

But first the news:

Just horrifically totally bruised.

I’ll take it!

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