It would be helpful if someone could inform my right hip that I am in fact 28 years old, not 82. I don't know what is up with it today, but I'm pretty sure I need either a hip replacement or a professional massage. Thankfully I have the later scheduled for next Tuesday, because I don't particularly like hospitals and don't want to start replacing body parts and becoming the Bionic Woman just yet.
I think I might finally be coming out the good end of the heinous mold-allergy-reaction-of-doom that has had me in its grips for a couple of weeks. I only woke myself up coughing TWICE each of the last two nights, which is something of a minor miracle. I'm still sleeping in the spare bedroom so that T can at least get some sleep, and so we can have completely different room temperature/fan/blanket arrangements without annoying each other.
In other night-disrupting news, Maddy has learned how to open the closet door, a skill she only demonstrates just as I'm about to fall asleep. I'd leave the door open and just let her in the closet, but that particular closet is full of far too many things to rustle around and play with, and I suspect that noise level wouldn't help my sleep any.
Last night all three cats ganged up on me to make sure I didn't get to sleep until late. T was out seeing a play with a coworker and wasn't supposed to be back until after I was asleep. So I spent the evening reading, then went to bed early and snuggled in and was just about to fall asleep when I heard Maddy opening the closet door...tap, tap, sliiiiide...tap, tap, sliiiiide. I hate her. So I got up and she flew out of the room, knowing she would be turned into a fuzzy set of mittens if I caught her. I crawled back in bed and was pounced on by Piper, who gets very needy when T is out of the house. She pranced around the bed, climbing on and over me 37,000 times before FINALLY settling in to lay down, at which point Ricky jumped on the bed, startling Piper into a fluffy hissing fit, and they ran off down the hall together. Again, I was just about to fall asleep and I hear it...tap, tap, sliiiiiide...tap, tap, sliiiiiide. Lather, rinse, repeat. I very nearly sent T a text message that I was going to lock all the cats in their cat carriers and leave them outside the front door and she could bring them in when she got home.
Does anyone want a free cat or three? They're cute! At least during daylight hours.
