Brain Fog

Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp.

Hubby was out of town and I hear this noise early in the morning.   Now we aren’t morning people in this house, middle of the night yes – 6:00am, not so much.  So getting the brain to adjust to something at this time is a slow process. 

 Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp.

Now we know that for most people, 6am is a normal time.  They are up, running around, getting kids ready for school, themselves ready for work – and while all this is true – ours is a very quite house at the break of dawn.  We may be up, but we could easily be confused with creatures from the zombie apocalypse. 

Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp.

What on earth is that?

Oh, if I only had a brain.

Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp.

Look outside – haha!

SNOW, it snowed – of course it snowed, it was a blizzard out the night before.  Oh, sounds you don’t hear for nine months that come back into play again.  

Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp, Schrraaaarppp.

The foggy brain prohibited me from guessing that oh so common noise this time of year in Michigan – some poor soul heaving the snow off the walk, one shovel full at a time, scraping it across the cement  – Schrraaaarppp….