smoke gets in your eyes...

and your clothes and your studio. last night, as I slept - hitting the hay after 1am - smoke from the hillbilly bonfire crept up a therm towards the night sky. At some point between 1am and 6am, hillbilly husband decided it was Too Warm in the room, and opened up the slider from the second story balcony that is outside the bedroom where he slept, and directly above said bonfire. immediately following that, the therm became interested in the cozy room where sounds of a buzzsaw were eminating and peeked in. the smoke, piggybacking on the therm, became less interested in the night sky, and more interested in the cozy cave where, it thought, the sound was more like a big kodiak bear. and soon the smoke was drawn in to take a look-see. nope. it was just a human. snoring. but, hey - look at all these pretty colors! let's look around shhh! quietly. so therm and smoke crept throughout the closets and studio and hair and pillows and every other thing in the house. mostly the upstairs, because therms, by nature, are risers. so this morning when papa bear awoke, he knew he had done a very bad thing. a thing that could not quietly and quickly be undone. meanwhile, kitty had found a mouse and was chasing it throughout the lower portion of the house - the portion untouched, as yet, by smoke. and divadog, being half-cat, became interested in what kitty was chasing and began to chase kitty. so check your bingo cards for the While You Were Sleeping lucky numbers: therm from hillbilly bonfire rises gracefully to meet the night sky...smoke from same said bonfire follows therm into open sliding glass door...smoke fills upper cave where sleeping bear is, then travels across the hall to studio filled with delicate fabrics, roving, and various art-in-progress...kitty chases mouse...dog chases kitty...mouse faints...kitty and dog play volleyball with mouse...wife awakes. begins to roar, not in laughter, but more like a lioness who's really really pissed off. bear runs for cover and joins in Mouse Volleyball. if this is a day off, i need more overtime at work. Happy day of rest y'all...see you at the laundrymat. and i am certain that i would not be convicted by a jury of my true peers. Linda