Midnight: Weird noise outside.
What? Pool equipment run amok? Air conditioner on the fritz? Juvenile delinquents frolicking?
Stumble outside. Cop copter is circling over the intersection of a neighborhood lane and Conduit of Blight Blvd. He flies up this way, then doubles back. Ugh.
Why DO I live in Crime Central, anyway?
Climb back into bed.
Dog wants out. Wouldn’tcha know it?
Lift dog out of bed. Follow her to the backyard.
* Cop copter is already gone. That’s somethin’, anyway.
* Wait for the dog to do her thing. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.
* Neighbor’s AC is making the weird noise. Sounds like an expensive fix.
* Motion-sensitive backyard light is losing motion sensitivity. Does it just need a new lightbulb, or is that another expensive fix?
“Come ON, dawg!!”
*Scrabble scrabble scrabble scrabble…. Dog digs up quarter-minus.
Stumble back in the house. Lift dog back onto the bed.
{sigh}
Dog’s stomach is growling dramatically. Why did I imagine I wuz gonna get back to sleep?
Fed her…when? Around 6 p.m.
Helle’s belles. That was seven hours ago!
Do I really have to get up at 1:00 in the morning and feed the dog? And then let her out into the crime-infested night again?
Arrrrghhhh!