Addicted??

So this morning, my coffepot is set to go off at 8:00 a.m., and the alarm clock next to the bed at 8:05. I've raved about the coffeepot before - but it's the best coffepot *ever* ! You put in the beans and water, and set the timer. In the morning, you wake up smiling to the sound of the grinder going off downstairs. In 5 or 10 minutes, there is fresh coffee!

[OMG!! I just went to Melitta.com to find the link to the coffeemaker, and they don't have it listed anymore! Crisis! I was just about to buy a new one, too, becuase some parts are broken on our well-loved one!]

Anyway. I woke up about 6:30, and soon after, the dog barked at the back door to go out. And boy, did she need to... Business accomplished, I let her back in, and headed back to bed. Hm. It's 7:00, alarm set for 8:00, maybe I should just stay up. But I was still sleepy. So, I went back to sleep, even though there would not be enough time for a full sleep cycle & I might be groggy when the alarm went off. I don't know if you do this, but when I nap or fall back asleep like this, I have crazy dreams.

So, I dreamed one of those crazy dreams: I'm in a house that is four stories tall. I'm in the basement/ground floor, in bed, just waking up and, as I recall, petting my dog. There are other people in the house, but they are all already up. I decide it's time for some coffee & pad into the kitchen, to find that the coffepot has gone off, but someone removed the carafe, so the hot coffee & grounds are spilling out of the filter basket and making a huge mess! I'm frustrated and angry and I start yelling, "WHO MOVED THE COFFEEPOT?!?!?!!!" and I start up the stairs to yell at the other people in the house. I finally find them all in the top (fourth) floor, just sitting around reading and being sociable. Husband is there, and our BFF Theo, and a couple other people. One of them was a blonde chick that I didn't like. I think she was based on this cousin of mine, who I like just fine, so, Sorry, Cousin! Anyway, I get to the top of the stairs and I'm screaming bloody murder, "WHO MOVED THE COFFEEPOT?!?!?!!!" and of course, they all just looked at me like I was completely insane, which of course, I was. They were entirely mystified about why I was so upset and screaming. So I head back downstairs to the kitchen to clean up the mess and make a new pot of coffee. I was calming down a bit and thinking, "okay, it's a mess, but it's not that big of a deal, I just need to rinse all the stuff off and make a new pot. It's going to be okay."

And then I heard the coffeepot go off downstairs.

Which confused the heck out of me for a second, I mean, I was just headed to make coffee, right? And then I realized, the mess was just a dream, and that was my real coffee going off, and would be ready for me to drink in 5 minutes or so. Such a wave of relief washed over me! And then I thought, oh my, I am SO addicted to my coffee!!!

Lots to say, not much time!

I frequently have thoughts that I think, hey, this would make a great blog entry, so I could flesh out what I'm thinking about this. But I rarely sit down and actually do it.

I had one yesterday - something happened with regard to my Mom and it got me thinking about "neediness" versus actual NEED.

Then today a friend wrote and asked me about the story of my precious cat named Turtle that died a few years back. So rather than just write the story to her, I thought I'd make an entry for that, too.

About a year ago, I had one that I actually wrote down on paper (I know, right?!?) on my thoughts on modern art, and I've always meant to turn it into a blog entry, too.

So, there are three teasers for anyone who actually happens to read this, to encourage me to actually sit down and write these things in the next few days.

Happy Thursday!