It is 3.45 in the morning and I have been awake for 22 hours. I do not know why I am finding sleep to be so elusive but I feel like a zombie. Wendell will be expecting his first walk in two hours so I really must try to get some shut eye.
I suppose I could walk Wendell now but I feel uneasy walking the streets at this hour. I read somewhere that most crime is committed around 4 a.m. It is pretty spooky when I do walk him. I never see another soul at five. When I lived in London I was already commuting by that time and never gave it a second’s thought. Maybe one becomes more cautious as the years pile on. I guess Wendell could nip an ankle should the need arise. Any way, I am gonna doze on the sofa for an hour now. See ya, Pen.