Disoriented

Woke at noon today with a dog barking outside very close to my window. I thought it was my dog, Jolie in the back yard and suddenly was wide awake (well, almost.Gave myself two minutes longer). I remembered putting her out when I first came home. I also remembered bringing her in before going to bed. All in a span of thirty minutes around 3:30 this morning. What threw me off-balance was wondering how the hell the dog found her way outside between four a.m. and noon.

I spent a good ten minutes laying in bed trying to wake up as well as discover at what point in my catatonic sleep did I put the pup outside. Do you know what crazy is to me? Not having control of my mental faculties. When I misplace an item because I can't recall where I had rested it. When I can't recall a name of someone I've known for a decade or so. When I get lost going to a location I've driven to a few million times. When I wake up and find I've done something I can't recall doing like walking down the hall through the kitchen into the laundry room, opening the back door and letting the mutt out. It's unnerving. That's how I spent my first coherent moments of this day. Franctically trying to locate in my tired brain the moment that I put the dog out. Eh!

So...I pulled my buttocks out of bed, walked across the hall to the bathroom and took a pee, and made my way down the hall still trying to pull the memory out and wishing I had Dumbledore's pensieve for idiotic moments like this. Was still lost in thought with my eyebrows and forehead burrowing deep into my face, when I saw the dog sitting in the chair.

O-K.

It's official. I'm mad. Just stick a top hat on my head and serve me tea.