May 6th, 2016

Press Your Luck


Of course when I find out I've got a week to go until I get my CPAP, I sleep just terribly. It was a long night of flipping over and trying to get comfortable. At least the dreams were good. I don't remember them now, but I remember thinking they were neat at the time. Sam scratched at my door so I let him in for the last couple of hours before I got up, and he behaved, lounging at the foot of my bed. I love sleeping with either of the cats when they'll actually behave, but it's pretty rare. It's a better experience here than back at the Seattle condo, though. My bed was right by the window and Sam just wouldn't leave the blinds alone. Ever.

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