Where ARE my manners??
The Morning Floof is regally, artistically smudged, and those amber eye are to die for!
Good morning. Belatedly.
I woke up around 1930 and couldn’t go back to sleep, and kept having a dream about sailing. I hate when my dreams keep morphing into strange encounters involving dead people.
Needless to say, between that and the work I did yesterday (which caused a bruise on my abdomen) it’s no wonder I overslept.
Sometimes oversleeping is the right thing.
It was very pleasant outside last evening, with a cool breeze and the big, almost-full moon. I was wishing I was on the Platkos’ porch with a nice glass of wine and the prospect of sleeping all by myself, but oh, well.
I just cut one of my fingernails because it was broken, and now my typing feels all wonky!