Grumble...

 Last night, I woke up around 4am. This really hasn't been an unusual thing for me for several years now and lately I have had absolutely no problem going back to sleep.  Last night, however, as I crawled back into bed, my wife turned over and asked me if I had enough covers.  Granted, it was borderline icy in there.  We had set our minisplit to the "dry" function (which works as a dehumidifier and keeps the bedroom even colder than normal) with the temperature being set at 82.  Without the humidity but with the fans blowing, it felt colder than the normal 70 we set it at when the system is running not on "dry" mode.  Unfortunately for me, that one sentence was enough to make my brain begin spoiling up for the day and now I find myself in a rather cranky headspace.  

I am even more cranky because less than 5 minutes after my wife asked me that question, she was back to snoring.  I tried to get back to sleep.  I was reminded of our dog, Kara, who will make at least 5 circles before she finally lays down.  I turned one way, then another, back to front, front to back, one side then the other.  The clock kept ticking and 4:30 rolled around and I decided, okay, I'll read.  Dungeon Crawler Carl, while I normally enjoy his and Princess Donut's antics, failed to keep my attention.  So, I scrolled my memories on the book of faces.  I looked over pics of my dad, saw silly things that my wife and I had talked about, pictures of the kids... Still couldn't get back to sleep.  So, I checked the pentagon pizza tracker.  It had been at "doughcon 2" when I went to bed last night around 10pm.  This morning, it was Doughcon 5, least amount of readiness.  I've started realizing that a certain someone must have made a deal with the devil because how is it that I live in a world where the tangering Palpatine and his cronie from Kentucky (who is arguably bucking for a remake of Weekend at Bernie's at this point) are still in the land of the living but my Dad, who was in better shape than both of them put together, is no longer here.  I don't say this often (well, not on my blog, anyway), but those two (and that's just the super-short list) can kiss my ass.  One of these days I will wake up and they will no longer be on this planet.  I have a small bottle of champagne I've been keeping just for such a special occasion and I know I'm not the only one.  I'm sad my Dad won't be around to see it.  Maybe I'll drive to Indiana and pour some out at the farm for him. 

Don't mind me, I'm tired and grumpy.  I really need to mow the back yard and I have no umph to do it. It doesn't help that looking at the weather forecast for the day it shows that it's supposed to rain in a couple of hours which puts the whole "what's the point?" mindset into my brain.  So, I've decided that today I shall clean my desk and reorganize things.  I also want to go steal a file cabinet from my wife (or possibly go buy one at the Office Depot in Inverness).  I also have a list of things I want to accomplish and I think I'm going to move my rower over to the main house just so I have more room here in the casita.  Beyond that, returning phone calls from the very long weekend.  This is also our youngest's last week of school, so I'm looking into various summer activities for her and the whole family.   

I think, since it's only 7:30am, I'll watch a couple of tiktok videos and then do that whole shower, get ready for my day thing.  Then again, maybe I'll just go straight for the shower thing.  Kacy has already gotten up as well and is doing her thing so I have the casita all to myself.  I like quiet first thing in the morning.  It's nice.