I don’t mind you griping. Heaven knows, I do enough of it myself. I think mine is driven by the need to have a conversation, but living alone for so long, I’ve pretty much forgotten how. I try to be more aware of it, but sometimes, it just slips.
Rocky is Rocky. She probably doesn’t realize how fragile my sleep is on any given night, so it stands to reason that she isn’t aware that a barking dog robs me of my sanity. But it is what it is. I’ll trade her Barking Harley for a whole new set of sleep disturbances in Cabot. It happens.
I have plenty of sleep-disturbances, too, but at least they don’t disturb the neighbors!
The cats are upset because it’s cold this morning. It looks as though it’s going to be sunny later, at least.