Y-a-w-n…Tom’s snoring kept me awake from 2-4:30 this morning. Nothing I did remedied the snap crackle-- from bed wiggling and gentle nudging, to “Tom, knock of the snoring!”
On the master bathroom window, illuminated by the moon, was a huge tree frog. I was tempted to grab my sticky friend and seal him over Tom’s semi-open mouth.
While Jen was sleeping one night, she awoke screaming. When I rushed into her room, flipping on the light, a frog as big as my fist had plopped onto her face-- nesting right over her nose and mouth. We figure the frog had been stranded on the overhead circulating fan, and decided to hop off.
I finally succumbed to sleep, only to be awakened by Jen and Paul’s 5:00 rustling in the kitchen. My two fly fishermen were getting up to make first light on the Tamiami Trail canals for tarpon.
When I finally got up this morning to make my coffee in a hazy stupor, I had left some of the previous day’s coffee in my thermal drink cup.
I poured the first hot ounces which then spilled over and onto the counter top, the floor and me, soaking my clothing.
The thought of a couple more hours of sleep sounded good about then, but wait-- I have today’s blog already brewing in my froggy head--er, foggy head…