Tap...tap...tap...
Buggers! I get up, wander around the room, looking out the windows for someone, anyone, repetitiously hammering. Nothing. I narrrow my eyes at the dogs, but no, they're innocent: Max taking his morning nap, Ozzy laying on the floor by the window, surveying his domain, on high alert for those pesky deer creatures.
Tap...tap...tap...
Holy crap! The boys aren't bothered, and usually Ozzy is totally on top of anything out of the ordinary. Could it be this sound is inside my head? Has my lack of sleep driven me 'round the bend? Is there something in there, knocking to get out of my skull? Help me, Stephen King!!
Tap...tap...tap...
I go through the entire house, searching, trying to pinpoint this mind-boggling annoyance. For a moment or two, as I stand, head cocked, listening, the sound stops. I wait. I wait a bit more. And finally, at last, I start to think that maybe whatever---
Tap...tap...tap...
Aarrgghhh!! A night without sleep is exactly like a bad hangover--minus the barfing. I am foggy, grumpy, bone-tired, headachy. And I'm being driven insane by this incessant, inexplicable din. If I could just figure out what it is. And kill it.
Tap...tap...tap...
When I hear this last round of taps, I happened to be standing at the top of the stairs, next to the front door. Are the taps right outside? I yank the door open, prepared to deal a swift justice to...whatever.
Maybe, if I'd had a good night's sleep, was well rested and not beleagured with concerns about selling the house, moving--allowing my mind to control me in the deepest, darkest hours of the night--I might have recognized the culprit sooner.
As I stared at the noise-maker, in the birch trees right off the front deck, I could only shake my head, then take these two photos.
It's gonna be a long day...yawn...
"A night without sleep is exactly like a bad hangover--minus the barfing."
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I agree; when I don't sleep, I hallucinate, whereas, with liver sprain, I'm just begging for death.
Laughing out loud...too funny.
ReplyDeleteAnd I think you're right. With no sleep I feel like committing murder; with too much drink, I want someone to murder me.