Such a tiny squee! The laptop is acting wonky again this morning, and I think I’ve had to re-boot four times. Not a good omen.
I was supposed to meet Zeke this morning, but when I went to open the clubhouse, he wasn’t there. I guess he’s not too worried about the letter I’ve been slaving over for a week. *sheesh*
More wind today. At least, the temp will be warm — 90, the foregnosticator says. But I’ll be in bed by the time that happens.
Since I was up at 0130 or thereabouts, yesterday, I wanted to sleep. I got about 90 minutes and then there were more updates, a call from a robot, and text messages from a sister; it was 2200 when I shut the light out and then I was up at 0300.
(Sure enough: the day is going downhill...)
I couldn’t figure out why I got so many notification pings on my phone, and this morning, I saw that there were 40 “updates” that required my attention. Hah. I ignored all but seven. I resent their intrusion into my privacy.
Fourth in as series of Norwegian Forest Kittens. However, I’m getting a yen for a Siamese.
I didn’t get up until after 7:30. I was even asleep most of it. I can’t remember the last time I did that!
It started pouring about 1:15 a.m. I got up to shut windows and look for Jake, and found Tom still up watching tv. I don’t know whether he got Jake in, or whether Bill did it before he left for work, but Jake was last seen sleeping in a pile of the girls’ laundry.