It’s 3:30AM and still no sleep – drinking Valerian tea and hoping for the best – but I hate these sleepless nights. I was laying in bed thinking of Rusty and bringing him home – he’s slightly feral, albeit fixed – for two hours I stared at the star twinkling outside my window – guess I can’t leave the windows open with Rusty because he may jump out – I’ve already had one cat commit suicide. It was when I got Sam in 1989 – my first Corgi – that Ashley jumped to her death into a pack of dogs. She was declawed. I would never do that to a cat again in my life.
Meanwhile, I got up and did my bills and am doing laundry.
Oh, sleep, the elusive drug.