Lack of sleep makes for a very antsy me. Also, my projects have calmed down a bit, so I'm working on less intense things. Which is nice, but not very motivating.
I almost called in sick today. I felt groggy and irritable this morning. The weather (nice and cool, if overcast and gloomy) made me want to just hang out at home, watching BSG, and snogging Hobbsie.
Speaking of, I bought Hobbsie a bed, yesterday. I came across it in JoAnn Fabrics while looking for something else. It's this little wicker basket with a cozy, padded thing. I fully expected him to ignore it. But he looooooooooooves it. He sat in it all night. I put it in the living room, and he sat in it. I moved it to the bedroom, and he wandered over to sprawl in it there. What's funny is while he sat in it constantly, he had the most utterly petulant expression. I took approximately 9 million photographs of him, and will upload a picture later on this evening.
I wonder if it's too small for him. I used to have this enormous one for him and Calvin (RIP) and maybe he misses that. But as he wedges his ass into my comparatively tiny shoeboxes, you'd think he'd prefer snugger quarters.
I almost called in sick today. I felt groggy and irritable this morning. The weather (nice and cool, if overcast and gloomy) made me want to just hang out at home, watching BSG, and snogging Hobbsie.
Speaking of, I bought Hobbsie a bed, yesterday. I came across it in JoAnn Fabrics while looking for something else. It's this little wicker basket with a cozy, padded thing. I fully expected him to ignore it. But he looooooooooooves it. He sat in it all night. I put it in the living room, and he sat in it. I moved it to the bedroom, and he wandered over to sprawl in it there. What's funny is while he sat in it constantly, he had the most utterly petulant expression. I took approximately 9 million photographs of him, and will upload a picture later on this evening.
I wonder if it's too small for him. I used to have this enormous one for him and Calvin (RIP) and maybe he misses that. But as he wedges his ass into my comparatively tiny shoeboxes, you'd think he'd prefer snugger quarters.