Musings from Lot 12

This morning I am not a "mused". Heres the story.
Friday night I had a night shift, 7pm to 7am Saturday morning. I enjoy these night shifts less and less all the time. I am not as young and resiliant as I used to be hence the recovery time is getting longer. Yesterday my relief arrived about 6.40Am and away I went but before I could head for bed I had to go to Sault MI to pick up some mail and get a tank of gas for the truck. According to the conversion tables I used the price difference is C$0.99/US gal, or C$0.26/L. Significant when the tank is almost empty and holds just over 100L! But I digress.

After arming myself with a medium TH I headed for the border and since the traffic was light crossed quickly into Bushland after an intensive 12 second grilling. Got the gas, stopped at the PO and was back at Canada Customs about 20 minutes later. As I drove home the caffeine was wearing off and fatigue was taking over. By about 8.45 I was safely tucked into bed and drifting off. I got up about 2.30 feeling a little punchy but awake. It was raining so I spent the afternoon just shlepping around the house and listening to Val. After supper we had to go to Richards Landing so off we went. Had a visit withe Vans and returned home about 9pm with fatigue looming large. I retreated to my recliner and rested for the climb upstairs. A good 7 or 8 hours of sleep and I should be recovered. At 10 pm I was horizontal. At exactly 0043 hr. (Fifteen minutes before 1am in English) the phone started to ring. We have a phone beside our bed(on Val's side) and it is loud. When I wake up to a ringing phone I come instantly awake with my heart pounding! Ran around the bed and pushed the button to hear absolutly nothing , dead air!!! The call display said "private name, private number". Didn't who to be mad at. I laid in bed for a fifteen minutes or so but I was wide awake. Downstairs, let the cat outside for a few minutes and into the recliner to try and watch something. There is a lot of trash on the tv early on a Sunday morning. 20 minutes later the damned phone started to ring again. I headed to the kitchen and picked it up just as Val said hello. Same "private name, private number" as before. This time whoever it was stayed on the line for probably 20 seconds, nothing, dead air again and then they hung up. I then tried something I have not done before. I pushed *69 only to hear "this service is not available for this call". Naturally!
I sat in my chair for another half hour or so and then headed back upstairs. By this time the cat had taken over my side of the bed so I had to put up with her grumbling as I tried to slide under the covers. I read for a while and finally turned out the light around 3AM. By 7.30 I was awake again with that same punchy feeling that 2 cups of good coffe have not so far erased.

I am glad that the calls were nothing because with two elderly, very ill Moms such a call could be very serious but at the same time I do not appreciate having my sleep interrupted - hence my lack of a "muse" ment.