an inflatable neck pillow, two dogs, and an egg

so today . . . i woke up in the recliner--again.

i've been sleeping in the recliner in the living room for the last week. i've had so much sinus congestion that if i lay down i cannot breathe. so i have been sleeping in a sitting position, using my inflatable neck pillow to try to minimize the certainty of waking up with a stiff neck. the first few nights i slept fairly well, even though i woke up a few times coughing or blowing my nose. then mia discovered where i was and spent the night in the chair with me. it wasn't too bad, because she slept in the middle of the foot rest part of the chair, so i just arranged my legs to one side or the other of her. a couple of nights later, milo discovered us. he slept in my lap for a little while, but then spent the rest of the night upstairs in the big bed. the next night BOTH dogs decided to sleep with me and decided to play "king of the hill," with me being the hill. last night, i felt like the interloper as they tried their best to take over the recliner and the down throw i was using for a blanket! (they love anything puffy or furry.) i can usually sleep through a lot, but in the confinement of a recliner . . .

anyway, this morning as i was sleeping in the chair, i kind of noticed that it was getting light outside. as i slowly became conscious (but with my eyes still closed) i was able to determine that both dogs were once again pinning me down under my blanket. i could hear rollie upstairs closing drawers and closet doors, so i knew it was almost time for me to get up. but it was so cozy (or crowded, depending on your attitude!) that i just couldn't quite do it yet. i knew that if i could hear rollie, so could the dogs, but they didn't get up. i heard him come down the stairs. so did the dogs, but only their eyes moved as they watched him head for the kitchen. the refrigerator door opened and closed, and the dogs didn't budge. then, i heard the faint crack of his hard boiled egg shell. ZOOM!! those dogs were up out of the chair and into the kitchen at his feet in a nanosecond. even at that hour of the morning, it made me laugh. our dogs don't get people food (well, except for broccoli stems, which they LOVE!) but apparently every morning when rollie eats breakfast, he gives the dogs a tiny bite of his hard boiled egg, and they weren't about to miss it--not even if it meant a few more minutes cuddled up to me and my puffy down blanket . . .