Last night I couldn't sleep.  For whatever reason I opted out on taking the little pill that sends me to dreamland.  Dream dream dream, wake up!  Dream dream dream, wake up!  Dream dream dream, wake up - check the clock - it's 4:30 am and the dog is standing at the door doing the poo poo dance.  I shouldn't have fed him past 8 - but at least he was patiently waiting for me to put my slippers on.

I stood at the open front door listening to the wind and feeling the cool air creep around my ankles, finally he did his business and ran back in more than willing to join me again under the warm covers.

Dream dream dream, wake up!  Dream dream dream, wake up!

One of the ex's called.  Which is really the reason why I'm even writing this blog.  Funny thing is I wrote a very similar one about not being able to sleep and reminiscing on this particular ex a year ago.  He stopped by to watch a movie with Pumpkin and I last night.  Tonight he's coming over for dinner, he made it clear several times that he is single.  My sister and I wonder if he has a motive ... well, whatever the reason, it's nice to see him again.  He's still my ever loving sex god.

My life is full of coincidence.