Tonight, just a small note — probably a mere short paragraph, because it’s been a day of almost too much activity — all of it positive and good, but tiring. I need a long night’s sleep, then I can continue in the morning, fresh and energetic, full of creative juices. (This, of course, is utter balderdash; in the morning, any morning, I am a monster for at least one hour after waking up, or trying to wake up, or doing my best NOT to wake up, and I don’t even remember what the word “smile” means for quite a long time, although I do my best not to scare anyone, sometimes wearing a brown paper bag over my head on my way to the bathroom, since I feel this is the least I can do to innocent friends, caregivers and other entities.)
By the way, I gave the wrong name to the wonderful cats in my daughter, Wendy’s house. Jason, her husband, whom I adore madly, remarked that these cats were not, he believed, called American Alley Cats. and it seems he was right. I know I saw that title in print, but they are now officially American Shorthair Cats. Tania uses the word, “tabby,” but I think that’s unofficial too. I think they should be called something like “Salt and Pepper Cats,” but nobody’s going to listen to me.
There’s a lot to report, but I’ve got to get some sleep first.
May all of you in the appropriate time zones have a good sleep, too.
Blessings and Good Night — Ann