An Amazing 'Feet' (Promise That's a Pun)

This week has been an interesting one to say the least. Saturday it started to snow. Just a very light sprinkling. Sunday, the same thing. By Monday morning, there was an inch or two, which obviously isn't a lot, but the forecast called for more snow that afternoon, so Jake decided to stay home and work here, so as not to repeat a similar experience from 2010 that involved a four-hour commute home from work. It didn't really snow much that day, and we went out one last time that evening to stock up on food since there was an inevitable snow storm headed our way. Tuesday brought a little more snow, but not much. But sometime between 1:30 am on Tuesday late night and 8:00am on Wednesday morning, about five inches of the white stuff fell. The city ground to a halt (and before people start pointing their fingers and laughing, let me remind you that since it snows maybe once a year here, there is no infrastructure for snow maintenance here; pretty much any city would grind to halt if none of their streets were plowed. At all.). Jake stayed home from work again. The streets were eerily quiet. We made national news (my mom told me; I don't watch the news). It snowed all day today, but it only added another inch or so. Tomorrow is supposed to be significantly warmer, but we'll see. There's still so much snow on the ground right now that Jake will likely stay home again, regardless.

Couple with this unusual weather with the fact that our sleeping schedules are all off. We took our weekly Sunday nap this past Sunday, but we didn't start our nap until 2:30, and instead of our usual 3-hour nap (that's right, three hours; we prefer to nap a complete sleep cycle), I took a four-hour nap, and Jake's was 4 1/2-5 hours. So our internal clocks were off that night and we didn't end up going to bed until close to 4:00. Oops. And our schedule has been all wacky ever since. And with this weird weather, we've been sleeping in super late.  It's like we're hibernating or something. I'm kind of over it. We decided to go for a walk to Fred Meyer today to "get a movie from Redbox". Really, though, I think it was just to get out of the house. I think we're going a little crazy being cooped up in 680 square feet for an entire week.

Anyway, my main point in telling you all this is to talk about my dog. I know, right? So random. Popcorn has really enjoyed the snow. She was unsure about it at first, but she really loves it now.  But with all our hibernating lately, our favorite thing to do is let Popcorn sleep up on our bed with us in the morning after she's gotten up to do her morning business. If we put her back in her crate, she would just cry and we wouldn't be able to sleep at all, so we just bring her on up and she snuggles into the duvet and sleeps with us.

I've been worried about her sleeping on our bed since we got her, mainly because I don't want to smother her by rolling onto her by accident. So far, it's been ok, but I still worry.

Well, this morning, I took her out for her morning walk around the parking lot, came back inside, and we curled up and got cozy. All three of us were fast asleep in no time. A little while later, I felt a tap,tap,tap on my arm. I opened my eyes and was confused because Jake was laying on his side, away from me. There was no way he tapped me on my arm. But then I looked down and saw Popcorn wedged between Jake's back and the mattress, and was just about squished! She had tapped my arm to wake me up to save her! Ok, ok, she was probably just wiggling around, and my arm happened to be right there, but still! I pulled her out and put my arm between her and Jake, so he wouldn't roll over onto her, and we fell back asleep, safe and sound.

On a related note, I'm ready for the snow days to be over. I'd like to run errands. I'd like to stop feeling trapped in my apartment. I'd like to be back to normal.