I went to bed when the clock said 9:15 and I gave no thought to how ridiculous it was to go to bed at what was, until last week, often when the Butcher gets off work.
I am feeling better, though, just in time to start the work week. There’s some unfairness there, I tell you.
The Butcher did take me to a park yesterday, though, so I didn’t have to miss a week reviewing them at Pith.
Tiny Cat Pants 