This moving thing is really taking its toll on our sleep. Last night, Kev was up until after 1:00 a.m. and as a result, I was tossing and turning all night. I suppose my brain was taken up somewhat with the ancestry research I’ve been doing—poring over endless names, dates and details in the 1901 and 1911 Census documents for all of Ireland. I had Margarets and Williams and Josephs flying around in there like the people in Dorothy’s hourglass-dream when she’s in the clutches of the Wicked Witch of the West. (Stay tuned to my Acadianeire blog for developments.)
In an effort to give Kevin a bit more time in bed this morning before he had to get up and going, I got up at 4:45 to feed the cats, clean the Bodum glass coffee pot and change the water bowls and ended up staying up. I’ve been up ever since.
So forgive me if I haven’t even revealed the windows to the outside world.
~ vertical blinds, billow above the heating vent—weepy will0w-branches on a cool spring day.
~ the two-tone feline finds the duvet; leaves a dead-skunk impression
~dark nuggets in the wood-pellet litter-box—too hefty for sifting and shifting (at the moment)
~scalding hot, strong tea revives taste buds and brain cells