I went to bed with Jake for a while. It’s been a rough week for the cats, with strange people here and then the dog.
I’m sorry about your feet. Mine hurt, too.
I’ll have to go back to the sneaks for a while, but I like the clogs in the winder because they keep my feet off the cold ground better than any of my other shoes.
It’s 26° out and we’re supposed to have snow around 0600. I plan to be back asleep by then. The alarm rang and whatever I was dreaming must have been good, because I thought it was the phone (even though it’s a totally different ring) and said, “Oh, no!” swiped the blue screen and said, “Hello” and then realized the icons were showing.
I sat on the edge of the bed and said, “What the heck.” By then I was “awake” enough to realize it was the alarm, and I needed to get up and start my day. Silly me. I don’t like this feeling of foreboding. My first thoughts are always to my kids.
Off to do laundry!