A Vivid Imagination

Last night was a very rainy, spooky night. While out with the dogs, my raincoat whipped around my legs and the tall trees lashed about madly in the wind. Inside, the wind and rain rattled through the fireplace chimneys, and even with all the windows shut, I could hear the howling gusts. Worst of all, the dogs kept racing to the windows and barking ferociously, though I could see nothing outside. I hate when Kevin is away on business trips--my imagination always seems to get the best of me. I ended up huddled under my quilt, unable to get to sleep for much of the night. Don't feel too sorry for me, though. The nights in Norway in May are really short, with true darkness between 12:30 and 3:00 AM. So, yes, I did mangage to scare myself, but thankfully not for too long. I really hope Kevin's trips will be much fewer and far shorter this winter--18 hours of darkness is a long time to be scared!