Campfyre Stories

So we had a company-sponsored happy hour on Thursday, which maybe I went a little overboard at.  Waking up at 6am on Friday morning was not an easy task and I spend the day So Very Tired.  Picking a beer and sticking with it helped me to avoid any kind of hangover, but I was up late and drunk, so I certainly felt the effects, but I made it to work and was damned productive as well!

But I left work early and passed out in the recliner around 6pm.  Woke up around 10 and went to bed for real.  I had this vague recollection of my doorbell ringing at 4am (!!!), but there was no way I was getting out of bed.  I think I finally emerged from the dark bedroom around 11, at which point I went back to the recliner.

I napped, I stretched, I ate a little here and there, not only was I cat, I was a lazy cat.  My cats took their cues from me.  When I got up to get a drink, they got up to get a drink.  When I got up to nibble on something, they got up to nibble on their food.  When I sat down in the chair, there they were, surrounding me.

"Mommy is a lazy cat."

Sunday wasn’t too much better, although I did leave the house (to do laundry in stages) and my mother came over for breakfast and I did a bit of busywork around the house, but mostly, still a lazy cat.

And it felt damn good.  I finally feel recovered from all the go-go-go that I’ve been doing.

Now I can start anew.