Hmm. *pokes self*
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desperanceOddly, I am not a napping man. My lifestyle would seem to advocate it - I sleep poorly, I'm often awake by five a.m. and usually home by mid-afternoon; a quick tumble into bed for a restitutional snooze would seem to be very much on the cards - but I'm just not good at that.
I was a little surprised, therefore, to find myself creeping into bed this p.m. Tho' not at all surprised to find little pawses creeping over me, little bodies snuggling up in purry surprise.
It didn't work. Not for me, at least. They demonstrated napping on either side of me; I disappointed them hugely, surging up to cough, and cough again, and sneeze, and not sleep, and...
I may not be well. Which might explain why working has been such a wade-through-treacle thing, this last couple of days. Also my throat is itchy-scratchy, and I really don't care about dinner.
Gin's medicinal, right?
I was a little surprised, therefore, to find myself creeping into bed this p.m. Tho' not at all surprised to find little pawses creeping over me, little bodies snuggling up in purry surprise.
It didn't work. Not for me, at least. They demonstrated napping on either side of me; I disappointed them hugely, surging up to cough, and cough again, and sneeze, and not sleep, and...
I may not be well. Which might explain why working has been such a wade-through-treacle thing, this last couple of days. Also my throat is itchy-scratchy, and I really don't care about dinner.
Gin's medicinal, right?