What is this jetlag of which you speak?

Asleep by eleven, awake at five-thirty - that's almost normal. Certainly I've had nights like that on my regular schedule.

I guess we'll see what happens tonight, when I'm not going to bed with two days's-worth of sleeplessness behind me.

Meanwhile, I have bread to bake, veggies to collect, cricket to listen to. And I'm going to plug myself into the TENS for the first time in a month, because my shoulder aches something rotten.

Didn't I have a dream of sunshine and company, some golden state...?

*sighs*

*shuts up about it*

I wonder...

...what has happened to my breadboard? It's a fairly chunky piece of elm, a trade for some typing thirty years ago: difficult to lose...

A life-lesson for all cats, by Mac

Chewed-on roses
Prickle noses

*sneezes resentfully, and is insouciant*

Well, that'll teach me (except it won't, of course: I cannot learn)

I was feeling generous and sympathetic; I gave Mac a mushroom, as consolation for his prickled nose.

Then I found the quarter-squash from my veggie bag on the floor, its own bag torn open and its flesh mightily chewed.

Grr. Of course he has a passion for squashes, why wouldn't he? How dim am I...?