...I woke up to the sound of something being dragged slowly down the hallway. I didn't have to open my eyes. I knew it was Michael.
Michael's been known to move chairs, tables, large bird cages...it's just something he does. Over the years, I've learned to pretty much ignore him when I hear him in one of his furniture repositioning moods. From experience, I know there is nothing I can do to make him stop because you can't a stop a turtle from doing what he wants to do, a turtle can only stop himself.
But watching this six foot ladder move slowly toward me, while I was still in bed, that was something. How much longer was he going to keep this up? What was he up to?
When he got to the bedroom door and knew that I had finally seen him, Michael made a determined right turn and left that ladder behind...
...far, far behind because he was on his way fast to get to the back door in the kitchen so he could get the heck out.
Message delivered. It was time to get up, go out and let a turtle do whatever he's compelled to do as soon as possible. Forget about sleeping in when there's a turtle wanting to do something else.
Really, just forget about it.