Ferdinand the Hyper

My newest reason for lack of sleep. 

37 going on 33

When the insomnia gerbils just will not quit, I'm forced to do a hard reset; stay up a full day, no naps - and go to bed at a reasonable hour, exhausted. 

Hour 33 (I think?) of consciousness. If not for the sims, I'd never have made it!

Okay, night night. 

Tricksy

Next time my dot is a week late, I'll try harder to not hope it is menopause...dammit. Woke today at about a 7, pain-wise, excluding the period pain which is at an eight, the allergies, and the ibs.

My maths are fuckled. Wheeeeeee

Waiting

One of our felines has a vet appointment today, so we packed her into her carrier, my chair into the car, and me in there, too, only to realize the vets office is not exactly accessible...my memory thought they had a ramp. Like, swore-on-my-nose had a ramp. 

Nope!

So while the hub and the queen are in there, I am out here, in the car, waiting. This is my standard when we venture out, so I've learned to appreciate the views.

Whoops

Chaplin, Keaton, Pickford...those names evoke the wonderfully entertaining era of the silent slapstick moving pictures; a time when one had to know how to land both oneself and the laughs. I've been known to fall a few times (ha!), and tonight could have been a fuckin doozy had my head or leg shifted slightly while botching my landing. 

The cat got the joke, but no one else did.

Even being extra-super-careful is not always enough. 

Don't forget that, either. But mostly, remember this moment. Safe, sound but for some bruises, tucked into an already warm bed...make good dreams, whether they be in colour or good old black & white.