When my alarm went off at 6:00 this morning I was pulled out of a bad dream, and somehow both of my arms were asleep…not my favorite way to wake up.

I refused to get out of bed while I couldn’t feel my arms.  Absolutely refused.

So I tried to turn off my alarm with one of my sleeping arms.  You just try doing that, fine motor control is next to impossible.  I managed to slap the snooze button without swiping anything off the dresser and spent the next ten minutes trying to regain feeling in my arms.

Not easy.

It took the entire ten minutes before my arms woke up.  By that time, the rest of me was awake too.  I was still stumbling around and trying to make the bed when Joey came in from the kitchen where he’d been studying Hebrew.

“You hit the snooze?” He asked.

“I hit the snooze.  I was having a bad dream and my arms were asleep when I woke up, so I refused to get up.  It took ten minutes to be able to feel them again without pins and needles.”

I can’t really remember what my bad dream was about, but I sort of think it was about politics.  I listened to way too much radio yesterday.