Here it is. After a birth (yesterday), so tired I could sleep anywhere. I come home and of course, can't sleep once I lie down. What the hell. Look at the clock once an hour. 2:30. 3:30. 4:30. Up with the dog at 7.
Foggy all day. Now it's midnight and clinic starts at 8.
Yeah! Meanwhile the katz sleep 22 hours a day.
I think they should get up, shower, find something presentable to wear and go off to work. All day. No cat-napping, not one.
I bet they'd be right grumpy. (watching too much BBC)
Wish me luck. I'm going to bed now.
4 comments:
I sure hope you got sleep. I hate that burning-behind-the-eyes feeling when I don't sleep. Especially if I am expected to do something, uh, clinical.
Are you still in bed? Good for you 20 hours later.
Sleep is my refuge. I'd be so much worse off than I am without it. Doesn't bear thinking of. I hope you and sleep found each other. xo
Sleep I got. If I must, I go to bed early.
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