Nothing like a scare first thing in the morning. Yesterday I had gotten a lot of fresh air clearing snow off the driveway doing battle with heavy winds from the north. After Dennis got his sleep apnea machine with the 10 foot air hose, my sleep was less than good. As Dennis would move in his sleep the 10 foot hose could cover a lot of area in our double wide bed. Facing me the air from the face mask would blow in my face. I needed good night’s rest to be up and about the next day as well as Dennis. I took residence for sleep in our west porch. Yes, it does face the busy thoroughfare concrete street with all the semis, but the noise does not bother me.
Yesterday I got a lot of fresh air taking the snow down to our concrete driveway battling a brisk north wind as the temps were in the mid 30s. I slept sound and deep last night. Like clock work I usually get up and visit the bathroom at three a.m. and then right back to sleep. My time to rise is 8:00 right on the dot. This morning when I peeked at my cell phone, which is always lying on the corner of the bed, I could not believe it was 9:30 a.m. Dennis is always up by 7:30 a.m. and heads out to the porch for his first cup of coffee, has a cigarette, bids the cats a “good morning” and is back in his recliner by nine for a nap. I never heard any of it. I got up . . . no Dennis in the recliner. I can see into the porch through the bathroom window and . . . no Dennis in his rocking chair. I glance into the back entry and his jacket and cap were on the hook. Where could Dennis be? No noise from the basement. Had he fallen down the basement steps? I finally checked his bed. He was still in it, sound asleep. Good grief! What a way for the two of us to start our day when the rest of the world had a several hour head start on us.
Oh those older ones on Stauffer Avenue.