There’s a little cat in my life with a very big meow! He can squawk unlike any kitty on the planet. I call him Rick the Relentless. Last night he was determined to prove me right. If he wasn’t yelling in my face, he walking around my head, stepping on my hair as he crossed my pillow. When none of them would work, he’d leap onto my body from the tall dresser.
I didn’t get much sleep. My challenge today has been staying awake.
At first, I thought I’d do the things I usually do on Monday. I gave it my best effort. I got the deposits ready to go to the bank. I paid bills, wrote the grocery list, finished laundry, then completely ran out of steam.
Lunch didn’t improve the situation, so I gave up. I decided the only thing left for me to do was take the day off.
I’ve watched a couple of movies, messed with digital jigsaw puzzles, baked (and consumed) Pumpkin Spice Bread, and wandered around Pinterest.
Is 6:42 too early for bed? Nah, I’m tired.
Hopefully, the cat will let me sleep.
Movies? What movies? I must know.
I watched chick flicks… movies I’ve watched so often that I found myself not watching them at all. They were just background noise.