It is after midnight and I am just so tired. I'm trying to clear stories because there are so many to clear by Monday when we close before Chinese New Year and I haven't even gotten started. My brain is not working.
And the volatile oscillations of my heart which hits me at the strangest times, does not help.
I just want to curl up in bed with Tim Tam and allow myself to drift.
I wish someone nice would adopt him. It's hard him not getting along with my cats...and I feel so sorry for him, alone all day, that when I come home, I try to spend time with him. They get jealous and it manifests in various ways. Like sand all over the kitchen floor. Sheba attacking Pablo viciously because he tried to cuddle her.
It seems like everyone is frayed at the edges now.
But I am so tired.
This is the calm between storms.
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