Usually, there is humor somewhere inside this not-quite-right brain.

Finding a wet, sandy dog wiggling around on your sheets just seems to suck the humor right out of a person.

At 2:00am, the sheets, blanket and pillowcase were in the washer.  Then, I had to aim the fan at the wetness that was underneath the sheets.

In bed by 3 and up at 9, I began moving “stuff” off the shelves – and then move the shelves into the living room — so my better half can assemble my new monster-desk.

I just looked at the clock.  It’s 11:40.  It feels like I’ve been working 6 hours already.  A bill from 2009 was behind the shelf.  I can only promise the space is cleaner. 

What do I have to show for all my hard work?  A gallon of dog hair covered in dirt — and a headache.

It reminds me…