[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Monday was a long day. I was awake (and mostly functioning) for 21 hours straight. When you’re up and about for that long, you’re bound to see some
4:00 AM Nick was planning to take an early class at CrossFit Southie, so when I woke up for no reason, just an hour before his alarm would go off, I knew my chances of falling back to sleep were slim.
5:45 AM When my alarm went off as Nick was heading out the door, I wrangled the Frenchie and took him on an extra long walk through the neighborhood. We saw not one, but two dead pigeons. That seems to be happening a lot lately. It’s a bit concerning.
7:40 AM I was off to work in record time, and about to turn the corner to my office, when the biggest rat I have ever seen came sprinting towards me. It was as big as, like, my dog. Or Splinter from TMNT.
The last time I was that close to a rat (this is gross, but I am going to tell you any way), it had been run over and flattened next to my car. It was winter time, and the puddle that the flat rat came to rest in eventually froze over. It was there for weeks. I had to find a new parking spot. When the ice thawed, and my overwhelming fear of that dead rat waned, I went back to my normal parking habits. Little did I know, the dead rat was still there. One evening, after I had locked up the office, a strong gust of wind lifted the rat and hurled it straight at me. I think I blacked out, because I don’t really remember what happened after that.
Anyway, Monday’s rat was very much alive and, fortunately, never made contact with my body. I couldn’t help, however, but to enter a spiral of irrational fears. What if the rat came back while I was out grabbing the newspaper (I am an old man) at lunch? Maybe it would catch me by surprise, and bite my ankle, and then I’d have to miss my soccer game. And probably, I would get rabies. Or something. Once I start worrying, and my imagination takes over, it’s hard to stop.
8:00 AM – 5:30 PM Fortunately, my workday was productive and largely uneventful. Mostly because I skipped my lunchtime walk and stayed firmly indoors. Two dead pigeons and giant rat? I was not taking any chances.
5:45 PM I got home just in time to give Clark’s talons a quick trim, his coat a quick brushing, and his ears a quick cleaning. The little dude has to look his best when he’s making his therapy dog rounds.
We spend an hour and a half visiting some great kids at a local hospital. I don’t think either of us wanted to leave when our time was up. It’s so incredibly moving to see children– up against so much– delight in rubbing Clark’s ears and crouching down on the floor to kiss his wrinkly face. They were curious about his missing tail (perhaps he is, too), whether or not he could fight a lion (I suspect not), and what he keeps in the pouch on his therapy dog vest (treats, obviously). Clark was in his glory. I likely would have only been awake for 20 hours, but I had to stay up an extra hour to tell Nick all about it. I can’t wait for our next visit.
7:30 PM I contemplated taking a nap before my soccer game, but instead I watched half an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey. Why do they wear so much under brow highlighter? Puzzling.
8:45 PM I was about to head out the door for soccer, when I received a very important FaceTime call. From my three week old niece. When an infant calls, you answer.
11:30 PM Though we lost our playoff game, we had a great 11 v. 11 season. It was nice to play on a big field again. I won’t miss being out so far past my bedtime, however. I had to employ my very best “stay alert and awake” tactics for the ride home (Call Me Maybe at full volume, a handful of Haribo gummy bears, and the AC cranked as high as it would go).
When I finally made it back to my warm bed, I felt like I had been awake for 400 hours. In truth, it had only been 21. And that was plenty.
Also On Tap for Today:
- 7 v. 7 soccer and a workout with friends 🙂
- Heirloom tomatoes – are they worth it?
- It’s a good day to make sun tea
Which critter are you most afraid of? Snakes? Spiders? Teresa from RHONJ?