[m i a o w] the cat

I am a bad-at-working-from-home person. Here I am blogging while all sorts of exciting things to do with bushfires await my attention. I’m supposed to be writing up the framework of an overview for this topic I’m working on. Is it emerging from my own personal ether? Nope. I have taken two showers today - I’m getting hot just sitting here at my desk surrounded by open windows. I have fears for my sanity once Summer kicks in for good. No sleep isn’t helping things - one thing about being away for three weeks, one gets used to sleeping on one’s own. Now I have to try and adjust to someone who goes to bed later than me, takes up more room than me, and - last night anyway - throws more half-asleep tanties than me.

The third time that the sheet was kicked off my legs last night I headed for the oasis - the SPARE ROOM. Fitting under a mosquito net is always easier on your own. But still - my bitecount is up due to the first half of the night and I have restrained myself from going and passing out for a few hours in the hope that after dinner I will fall into a nine hour dreamless slumber. (Unlike last night when in my dream I looked in the mirror and the bits of my eyeballs nearest to my nose were gone - they kind of looked gouged, although they didn’t hurt, they just felt dry. Actually, it was quite hideous - after that I was glad to wake up. Ick.)