The Holiday Past

Our dear daughter made such a nice Thanksgiving Day for me by preparing much of the meal.  It was so good to eat cooking other than my own.  I never even asked just how she prepared each delicious dish, I just ate it with gusto and total enjoyment.

She even provided adult beverages for each of us.  I got my favorite Bailey's Irish Cream on which I could easily get hooked if I let myself.  We never touched the pumpkin pie I had made, but plan to do so tonight when she joins us for leftovers.

Still and all, the day after a major holiday always is kind of a let-down, isn't it?  A little bit emotionally, sometimes physically, too

It's the physical tiredness that's affecting our small household today.  Even though we had a low-key, relaxing, very enjoyable Thanksgiving Day yesterday, neither Papa Pea nor I could fall asleep last night.

We both tossed and turned, got up, came back to bed, got up again and, I think, finally laid down for the last time somewhere after 1:30 a.m.  Then I woke at 4:25 and had a hard time falling back asleep.  Was it the full moon?  It wasn't from over-eating . . . or drinking, I know that.

The night before, for me anyway, wasn't much better. I woke after midnight (you know, when you feel like there is a switch that makes you go from sleeping to wide awake in an instant) and decided to go out to the couch to read because I didn't want to wake my soundly sleeping husband.

I was there reading for an hour or so when I was startled by a loud bang and crash.  I couldn't tell exactly from where in the house it came, but it sure was enough to get my heart pumping.  After a few minutes lying there with all senses on red-alert (and deciding that no, I wasn't going to go investigating at that hour, by myself, in the dark house), I got up and scurried back to the bedroom where I woke Papa Pea.  I told him what had happened and he said he had heard the noise, too.  Then he mumbled there must be some simple, logical explanation which we would discover in the morning.  At least I was able to get back to sleep by snuggling close to him and assuring myself he was right.

What was the thing that went bump in the night?

A window in hubby's upstairs office shattered.  You can see (I think) the shards still clinging to the frame in the above picture.  Most all of the glass in the lower portion of the frame landed on the floor.  This is the third of these particular windows we put in the house when we remodeled/built some twenty years ago that has shattered.  Inferior glass?  The previous two broke while bright sunlight was on them, but this one happened in the dark of the middle of the night.  Did the full moon have anything to do with our nocturnal wakefulness and the window breaking?  Who knows.

I do know that if I don't manage to get a good night's sleep tonight, I'm going to turn into a creaky, cranky, grumpy-dump old hag by tomorrow.  And that's fair warning to all in the near vicinity!