I read frequently about insomnia at this stage of the game. Related generally to the inability to get comfortable, and getting up five times a night to pee.
I can't sleep, because now I'm all wired.. Yet I lack the physical verve to do constructive things, like pack my bag or do my dishes. So here I sit, in bed, blogging under mounds of cats.
They must sense that something is up. They have never been so focused on obtaining my affection before. Soon this lap will be occupied, kitties. What then?
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