So, today, as usual, I expected the cat to wake me up at 6:00. This is what the cat does. It’s my fault, of course. I’ve trained her over the years that breakfast is served at 4:30 AM give or take. So now I can’t sleep particularly late unless I go to a hotel. If you’re owned by a cat, then you understand what I mean.
Anyway, it turns out she didn’t do the deed until 7:30. This makes me wonder. Was she asleep on the job, or did she actually attempt to do so but I just slept through it–kind of a feline snooze alarm thing. I dunno.
I’m of two minds here.
First, I kinda liked the extra sleep. I mean, seriously, who doesn’t need an extra hour and a half of shut-eye these days.
But I also intended to get a little futher in what I’m hoping is a last pass through the second episode of this fantasy series I’m envisioning as Lords of Existence. As in, I wanted to finish it. Turns out that was probably optimistic thinking, but I probably coulda gotten another 15-20 pages in that 90 minutes.
I live such a hard life.