Actually, most of the time I don't care, however, lately my body has been telling me it is ready to sleep by 10 or 11 but my brain refuses to cooperate. So I continue to fall asleep between 4am-7am. Then I wake up exhausted a few hours later. I would just let myself fall asleep and snooze all day but that might be embarrassing.
Merph lost a whisker today.
This. This, is why it's so hard to leave the house or get anything done!
LiLi has just claimed my lap for the Empire of Catlandia.
I am doomed!
Sigh. the boobs. Another thing I can't do anything about. They follow me everywhere! They insist on perching on my chest. They refuse to be covered up or minimized. They just keep saying, "Hey there! How you doin'?" They keep breaking bras. What am I gonna do? I'm double doomed!
Here it is 830 PM and I'm already in my pajamas! I probably won't be asleep for hours but there's something about the dark, heaviness of the night here that tells my body it's time to start using less energy. I have my kitty, my cup of chocolaty rosebud tea and an engrossing Octavia Butler novel!
I was treated to another fabulous dinner tonight of the type I have not been able to afford in some time. Grateful for kindness and generosity of friends. Grateful for doing things I enjoy and having chill time! Grateful for relief from being stressed. This moment is good, very good. Cheers! — feeling grateful.
And now that I'm all comfy cozy, Ice cream is calling me. I can hear it all the way upstairs! I am trying to resist. At least there is actually ice cream in the house. Nothing worse than a craving you can't satisfy.