I lie awake in the wee hours of the morning. I don't use an alarm clock. I have that uncanny ability to wake when I have told myself I have to. That doesn't mean that I don't sometimes over sleep and miss my predetermined internal wake-up call. It is the weekend and that means a 5 o'clock alarm is in my head. Time to make the donuts ........... or sticky buns of gooey goodness in my case.
My four-legged creatures seem to know the weekend schedule. They will sleep through the night like good babies all week long; but, come Friday, they know. I am in the store longer on Friday evening. I don't go to bed any earlier than I do any other night of the week, so they go out and take care of business at the normal time. Then around 2 am they will nudge me awake to go out again. I sleep pretty good until that time. After I take them out and lift them back into bed I am awake enough to begin to calculate the amount of sleep I will get if I fall back to sleep immediately or if it takes 10 minutes, or 30 minutes, etc. Well, you see the problem.
I noticed that it was dark when I locked up last night at 9 o'clock and I felt a mixture of sadness and relief. Summer has begun to fade into autumn. Soon there will be a nip in the air and the leaves will turn and another year will be ending. I can usually determine the hour in the morning by extending my foot to the window and pushing the curtain to one side to get a peek of the sky. This morning it was dark. No predawn light to beckon me out of my non-slumber. I really wanted to tuck my cover over my shoulder and fall into a deep sleep, but was afraid I would not wake up in time to let the dough rise properly so I stumbled around in the dark and made my way to the kitchen at 4:30. An hour later and it is just beginning to show a little light. Just last weekend this amount of light was my wake-up call. The air is crisp and cool, showing no sign of the sweltering days we have had lately................
Now that I can see, I will go clean the bathrooms and then see what is ripe in the garden before I am confined to the store for my 12 hour day. Summer is not over after all. Not yet.