It’s almost my favorite time of the day. Bedtime. I love the end of the day. Everybody heads off to bed about the same time. Hubby makes sure the front door is locked and goes upstairs. I take Blacky and Luci outside to go potty one last time. They do their business and I turn off the back porch light. Tidy up the kitchen. The dogs come in. I lock up the back door and turn off the kitchen light.
Luci, Blacky, and I head up stairs. Hubby’s already in bed. I brush my teeth. Brush my hair. Put on my jammies. The doggies are already snuggled up on their doggie beds as I get into bed. We have a heated mattress pad so the bed is always cozy and warm. I snuggle under the blankets and enjoy the warmth. Before I drift off to sleep, I listen to Hubby as he starts to snore. I’ve always been comforted by Hubby’s snoring. I remember a time when he was an over-the-road truck driver and he was gone most of the time. I missed his snorning and I always said that if he came off the road, I’d never complain about his snoring ever again. And I don’t complain. Ever. But he always complains about my snoring. Yes, I snore. Very loudly, I’m told. But that’s a story for another day. Then the doggies start snoring . . . usually it’s Luci that snores . . . and it always amazes me how fast she goes to sleep and starts snorning.
Just when I start to think that this is a great way to end the day, I drift off to sleep . . . .