Night nuisance!!

What a night! Once again I awoke in the morning wondering if one of life’s greatest puzzles can ever be solved. And I had had such a lovely evening!

Barbeque in a back yard with good friends, then on to our monthly euchre tournament. Fellows against the gals. We – the guys (as is the norm) – took two out of three. Usually we play best out of five but with the hot dogs and salad we ran a little behind time.

I had a coffee before we dined on the fine Angus beef dogs; a cranberry and soda during supper then another coffee during the euchre match. Over the course of the evening I probably took in about 12 fluid ounces. Over the course of my night in bed I probably got rid of 96 fluid ounces!
How is that posible?? I figure that conundrum is more puzzling, and the answer more important to mankind, than how the pyramids were built. That and how clams reproduce? I digress.

Every hour on the hour! Eyes pop open; urgency in my bladder. I can remember when I was just a little guy (meaning young) I would dream I was taking a pee, only to wake up to find I was indeed taking a pee. . . . in the bed, alas. I seem to have out grown that. Now when I dream I’m having a pee I somehow know I’m dreaming so I get up before I really do pee. I suppose there will come a time when I will revert to my younger ways. I think I’ll buy shares in Depends, what with the baby boomers fast approaching the age of incontinence.

Spot sleeps a good twelve hours without getting up once during the night. I wonder what his secret is. Maybe it’s all the cookies he eats during the day. Absorbs the fluids. Worth a try. In the meantime perhaps I should invest in a chamber pot. For obvious reasons my dad used to call it a ‘thunder mug’. They were great fun at the cabin. More on that in a future blog.

It’s now after 5 p.m. To have a coffee or not to have a coffee. . . . . .