At 4:30 this morning I was jolted awake by the screeching and thumping of battling raccoons on the fence outside our bedroom window (I always think they’re in the house). About ten seconds after that ended, Clark had an allergy attack with the requisite sneezing, coughing, blowing of nose, and clearing of throat.
I had been thinking it would be nice to get up at 4:30 to do a practice in the quiet of the early morning. While it wasn’t anything like quiet, I did get my practice in. I suppose one out of two ain’t bad.
Still, I can’t help but shudder at the thought of the raccoons. They’re so vicious, and they waddle, and they look half solid like they’re made of sandbags, and the noises they make . . . my god. But, if that’s what it takes for me to get my tush out of bed in the early a.m., I guess I’ll forgive them. For now.