Catchup.
Apparently the only thing I needed to do in order to fall asleep was complain about not being able to sleep. The wonders of the net.
This morning, I'm up and relatively awake. Wondering if I should wake up the boy, or wait until the dryer is done. Dale was up until 6:30 am "Monday night, Tuesday morning".* I was up until 5am "Tuesday night, Wednesday morning" supposedly carving pumpkins.*** I spent much time not doing productive things but watched adult TV and got all of my net surfing done. At about 4:30 I watched this:
Got to have Faith
It took me until at least five to stop giggling. I tried to explain it to Dale, but it didn't work because I couldn't form a sentence from the giggles and he was too sleepy.** I don't know why it's so funny but it's even funny this morning. I got that from Fussy
Wandering around in my mind is some deep comment**** about how the difference between "A-list" bloggers like Fussy or Finslippy and schmo's like me blogging is frequency of well written posts. I come up with a well written (meaning insightful or amusing) once in a blue moon. They do it on a regular basis. That and a custom domain. It makes me wonder if I could do it too. Since I already have the required domain.
The boy has now escorted one of the kittens into our room. She's sitting on my back, warm, snugly and purring like mad. It's such a cool feeling. If only I could convince her to settle there all night, I'm sure that my shoulder muscles would be much looser.
That means it's time to get up and moving.
* Making a shark costume for the boy. It's pretty rad.
**He'd gotten up to do laundry. Don't ask why. It's just what happens in this house.
***Three this year: A traditional face, a cat and a rocket/outerspace scene. I'll try and take photos tonight.
****Edit: Having reread this, perhaps the comment isn't so deep as egotistical. Still I wonder.