Why wouldn't I be up at 8 on a Saturday morning, you ask?

Mostly because I worked past midnight; what can I say?

I awoke this morning around 6 to thoughts of things I hadn't remembered to pass on to the night shift when I gave report at 11:30. Ugh. I detest the responsibility of my job that extends beyond the hours I am at work. I actually considered calling work at 6 a.m. just to get those thoughts out of my mind. My thoughts then moved on to the fact that our dog has been peeing on the carpet lately, and our basement smells like a gerbil cage. I began to think about the frustration of trying to find exactly where he has gone and what kind of products I could use to help control the odor. We are eventually going to replace that carpet...... but not so soon.

Anyway, somehow I was able to quiet my wandering mind and drift back off to sleep. Just in time to hear the sound of a ladder being placed against the side of the house on the only side not yet insulated... the other side of my bedroom wall. I look at the clock. 8:04. Wonderful. I slide out of bed and take the pictures off that wall and sigh... I wanted to get up early anyway, I am glad the house is getting done (and an 8 a.m. start time promises a full day of work), and the poor dog needs to go out again I am sure.

Ah well.