life is but a dream

Or wait--maybe it's the other way around.

I could not wake up this morning. I think it's the humidity. I'm expecting to see mold growing on the walls any day now, and the poor dogs are just miserable. I didn't turn the window ACs on last night because I kept thinking it would get cooler. Well, it is cooler, but the humidity is still sky-high. Maybe I should buy a dehumidifier...

At any rate. I would wake up, look at the clock, think, "Oh, I've got another 45 minutes," and lie back with the intention of waking up, only to wake with a jerk about 10 or 15 minutes later.

Finally I woke up, went into the living room, discovered Taenzer had dragged a whole collection of stuff out there. Which was weird--she carries my socks and t-shirts and shoes around, but not usually kleenex boxes or magazines. But I thought, well, maybe there was a thunderstorm or something I wasn't aware of that made her anxious, so I started fussing at her gently--and discovered I had no voice, like laryngitis, and thought "Oh, geez, I'm going to have to call in sick--no voice." (YAY!)

Then I woke up with a jerk, realized I had 20 minutes to get ready and out of the house, and dragged myself out of bed and staggered around for real. Am currently sitting here in a fog, waiting for my brain to come on line. I heard something on the radio the other day that this is a real physical thing--your body may be up and around but your brain is still in some stage of sleep. I can't remember what the term the person used was--sleep inertia (I like that one) or confusion arousal (yup, that describes it, too) or something like that.

I hate mornings that start like this.