The Morning Floof looks like he’s ready for Breffus at Tiffany’s.
Good morning.
I didn’t sleep well last night, and was up earlier than “normal” because I just couldn’t get back to sleep. So the bed has been made, the sleep shirts are on the bed, waiting for folding and being put away, the pills for the next week have been sorted, and I’m about ready to get to work on my latest therapy project, like Madame Defarge.
And pop in another movie.
Shhhhh. I’ve escaped, but they’re right behind me. They haven’t broken me yet, but they’re threatening me with Obama speeches so I don’t know how much longer I could have held out. I gotta run.