[m i a o w] the cat

The moon is full, it’s almost bright enough to be daylight. I am a Whale. Went to bed just before 10pm tonight - M and my Dad both retired at about 8:30pm - tired out, I expect, from a combination of sand, sun, long walks, beer, dinner, campfire drowsiness and beer. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so wiped out. Until the wind started blowing outside and woke me up - then my overeating kicked in. My father is an advocate of the ‘clean your plate’ - and tonight, yet again, I forgot I turned 31 in May, and when he said ‘finish your dinner’ I shoved it all down. I am truly tempted to go and wake him up so he can suffer with me. Ugh. This is due to the late lunch (4pm) we had on returning home (bread, olives, dukkah), followed by early campfire cooked dinner of mackerel steaks and jacket potatoes. So now I sit in a darkened house, listening to the tap of my keyboard, the wind, and small unknown creatures killing each other companionably under the cover of the night.