S’up is me. I was up before 9.
My new phone has this LIVE feature that I don’t really understand the point of, but it freaks me out a bit because it shows a moment right before the shot, so when you look at a series of squirrel photos on my phone, the squirrel is still sorta squirreling, scratching his ears or turning to look at you. Maybe the whole point of it is to freak me out.
Work Squirrel enjoys dried cherries and raisins.
Anyway, I’m comin to ya LIVE from my sofa.
I’m becoming a better sleeper. I’m super proud about it, like I made it happen, like I had anything to do with it, but the truth is, I have no idea why it’s happening to me now, and I can’t help but think in my anxious way that I must be dying, to be sleeping so well so often. You would think getting good regular sleep would further reduce my anxiety, but like my hair, anxiety disorder does as it pleases.
I have absolutely nothing pressing to do. I shall wear the bedhead and the pajamas all the livelong day. I have a book and there are shows and if you read me yesterday, you know I need to hit the nail care pretty hard.
My dog supports this plan.
Oh yeah, the party is right here.
I had ice cream for breakfast, a Skinny Cow, vanilla, The Mister had the chocolate. Now though, I’m thinkin bout eggs and toast — an egg sammich perhaps? All but a sip of my cream soda is gone and my thoughts turn to choccie milk.
Supper is linner here today and linner is ribs. Ribs and cabbage and cornbread. I won’t be sopping. I’ll be doing a fair amount of lip-smacking, but no sopping.
As for sep, I think of it as SEP and while I feel sorry for those poor saps, I don’t feel I have any problems today and so it seems like a good time to end this post.