Sunday, October 4, 2015
Rico fell off the bed at 2:00 a.m. I heard the thump. It woke me up. It was unusually dark in the house. Still sleepy, I remember curiously thinking, It's very dark in here.
I couldn't see where Rico was. I felt around the bed for him hoping that he was in his usual spot, which is right between Ross and me. When I couldn't feel him, I reached over to turn on my nightstand lamp. Nothing happened. That's when I realized the electricity was off.
I stumbled out of bed and groped my way over to my dresser, which is where I keep a flashlight. I turned on the flashlight and found Rico sitting on the hope chest at the foot of the bed. He must have rolled over onto it. He was whining a little. As I picked him up, the electricity came back on.
The house jolted as it came alive with sounds and lights. The microwave chirped and the refrigerator burped. The treadmill display started to flash, and the lamp came on.
The red, blue and green LED lights on each of the many and varied electronic devices we have plugged in popped on and the bedroom lit up like a Christmas tree.
And I thought, No wonder I only get 4 hours of sleep a night.
After Rico and I settled back down, I noticed the display on the Treadmill was still blinking. I waited a few minutes, hoping it would stop. It didn't.
I got up out of bed, hopped up on the treadmill and started pushing buttons. The darn thing wouldn't turn off. Finally, I remembered the safety key, pulled it out and the blinking stopped.
When I tried to get back into bed, Rico had commandeered my spot, with his head on my pillow. I pushed and prodded him until he moved. He growled the whole time. We both eventually fell back to sleep.
When I woke at 7:30, Ross was just waking up. He mumbled, "Why were you on the Treadmill last night?"