You'd think with all the good news we've had lately, I'd be in a better mood. I don't know about you, but if I don't get sleep, it doesn't matter how good things are; I'm still a grouch to be around! Ever since we got back from vacation, Roscoe has gotten up at 5am EVERY SINGLE MORNING. And has either vomited or urinated in his crate. So every morning, I'm letting him up, mopping, and spraying his area because it absolutely stinks. Except this morning, not only was I awakened by the dog, but the sonic boom from the last shuttle coming home. Because I live so close to the coast, it is like gunshots next to your head. I literally flew out of bed, thinking someone was shooting my house.
My heart truly goes out to the people who work at NASA...the Space Coast is about to become a total ghost town. All the good jobs are leaving, and so many other businesses depended on NASA. I have a cousin who is a cop in that area, and I pray for his safety as well. When money gets tight, people tend to get violent.
Makes my lack of sleep seem like nothing.