This morning I had to get up and out of the house early in order to have a root canal done. I was delighted!
You see, the last couple of weeks have been almost surreal. While we were out of town for my father’s funeral a friend of ours (a man just a year older than myself) also passed away from cancer. We got back in in time to go to his funeral; meanwhile Paul Keuttel of Wog’s Blog died, as did my grandmother’s brother. Then last weekend the brother of one of my wife’s best friends died in a hunting accident. My wife went to his funeral yesterday.
So, anyway, do you know how it is sometimes when you know you have to get up early for something; how you have trouble getting to sleep, or staying asleep, and you get those weird dreams? Well, around 4:00 a.m. this morning I half-awoke, thinking I’d overslept. When I saw the clock I went back to sleep, but kept waking up every 20 minutes or so to look at the clock. The worst part of it was even though I’d wake up, I’d keep going back into the same dream where another close member of my family had died — and that the 7:30 a.m. appointment I had to get up for wasn’t to see the dentist but to give the eulogy, which I had yet to write. To say my sleep was fitful is an understatement.
When I finally woke up (at the time I’d originally planned to) I regained enough clarity to suddenly realize, “Wait a minute, I don’t have to give a eulogy at a funeral — I’m only supposed to get a root canal!”
Wow, talk about a day-brightener!
