[1]I envy my dog’s ability to sleep 10 hours a night. Except for last night, when Rose began getting restless, eventually jumping down from the bed at 3 AM. It was pouring rain and the last thing I wanted to do was go outside. I tried to cajole her back under the covers with a treat, cutting my hand in the process, which I didn’t notice at first, until I turned on the light and saw the bloody sheet. I went into the bathroom, got a Band-Aid, then layered on another one, because the bleeding was pretty bad. And I had one of those “being single moments of terror” thinking, okay, I’m here alone, it’s the middle of the night, what happens if I need to go to the emergency room? Back to my dog. She refused the treat, so I knew something was up. I searched for my boots and an umbrella (we don’t have much weather here in L.A.), keeping my hand elevated, and staggered downstairs. Sure enough, Rose was sick. She’s fine today. My hand is recovering nicely. I’m exhausted.
Insomnia by Brad Philips [1]