Perchance to Dream

What hath night to do with sleep?
~Milton, Paradise Lost

Woke at midnight and could NOT get back to sleep! This despite Rocco’s best efforts and fine ministrations. His usual bed is atop our bed linen bin in the closet, smack dab in the middle of the white goose down duvet. OK, it used to be white. Now it’s white with a big, polka dot-ish pool of black fur.

In any case, when our former feral notices that I’m tossing, turning and generally failing at the sleep biz, he, unfailingly, leaps to my side. It’s hard to maintain high tension and focused worry over the absolute, immediate need to sort and clean the basement when there’s a big cat at your side insisting you pat and cosset him.

Pay for pats? Purrs—lots of em. That should’ve done the trick, right? Nope. I gave up after a couple hours and came downstairs where Coco greeted me with a look of concern and an invitation to sit down so that she could give me a once over. She did and dispensed a solid dose of purrs.

Eventually I made my way back upstairs to give somnolence another go. After curling up on my side under the covers, I felt a warm presence along my spine. Yup, Rocco was back, determined to get me to Sleepville.

And he did. I dreamed that The Amazing Bob, Jen and I were buzzing around town running errands. We passed a car lot with an absolutely BRILL 1974 red VW Bus for sale. It was glorious—I had to get up close and personal. TAB and Jen very patiently allowed me to indulge my car geekiness. I talked with the sales dude. Did he think the rumored, coming, electric version would look just like this? He didn’t know but the price he was asking for this solidly cherry Westfalia was very good. Mega tempting

Sadly, I woke before I could talk TAB and Jen into this new addition to our fleet.

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub.
~Shakespeare, Hamlet