A trip postponed
This morning Chris woke up at the crack of dawn to check the water... Not only was it rough, but we were due for thunderstorms, like, all day. So Bimini was postponed.
I was happy to get to go back to sleep; I had gone against my very recently announced 1-dog-only-in-bed rule and let ALL of them sleep with us (plus Oreo!). Yeah, that rule lasted, like, one night. The dogs are usually really well behaved, but on the nights they're not, I suffer. Last night they all kept getting up. Then coming back to the bed. Licking my face. Getting comfortable. Getting my hopes up about going back to sleep. Then getting up again. And Sebastian would never get back in bed himself; I had to lift him, or he'd sit on the floor staring at me and whining. Dead-lift of 30 lbs from a laying-in-bed position is not that easy. So I was up for a good 45 minutes in the middle of the night with them... Thankfully eventually Maggie was sleeping on my pillow, Gretchey behind my legs, and Sebastian at our feet. Oreo on the side of my head. They were all tucked in and obviously so was I, and we all got to go back to sleep. (Aren't you jealous you don't have a goddamn zoo??)
Anyway. So while it was nice to sleep late, it sucked sitting here all day with everything already done. Chris and I got some stuff done today, at least, but I would have rather been in the Bahamas.
Now we're hoping for a launch at 6 a.m. tomorrow. The forecast looks good, knock on wood.
Tonight, Buddy is staying over. He is such a handful.. keeps chasing the cats under the bed and barking and stuff. So tonight my one-dog-only rule will definitely
be in effect. (Well, maybe just two.)