Since my staph infection, I've practically had my days and nights mixed up. I wake up at 2 a.m. and get up and deal with taxes. Back to bed at 5 and up at 10. Nap around 4 - 7 in the evening. I'm sure Mabel Lou is confused.
Last night, I had two bead orders and I've felt zero creativity since my return from Baton Rouge. But I had to torch and since one order was a remake, I hoped doing the familiar would snap me out of my creative daze. It did and I ended up torching until 10:45.
I came in the house to check email and to see if there were any stamp orders and got caught up helping a friend on Facebook find some information. Around 11, Mabel wandered into the office and seemed rather excited. I petted her and told her I would be done in a bit. She persisted a while but eventually left me.
When I went down the hall at 11:30, I realized Mabel had put herself to bed! Now this is a first! We normally start heading to bed around 11. I coax her to potty with the promise of three pieces of chicken jerky: one in the hall and two on HER side of my bed. The first would get the girl in the house during her "prime time" - critter chasing on the back deck. The last two get her situated away from my corner of the bed.
When I saw her all curled up, I realized that 11 p.m. agitation was her way of asking for her jerky. When she didn't get it, she kept to the schedule and went to bed without me. If she were tall enough to reach the jerky on her own, I would probably be without a bed to sleep in!
Maybe she does still need me...