Not to mention that my bed has a lot of give, but it's--taut, you know? Like a trampoline, I guess. Whereas my parents' (which is so high that they bought old-school steps to go on either side) is extremely firm... except for about the top twelve inches, which are like quicksand. So I'm flailing around with a book in one hand and a Pomeranian of Unusual Size in the other (Sam's gotten a bit chunky in the
I did not sleep much.
But I was a total mack when it came to the second shot. The first one, Meko got mad because my parents weren't there and kept trying to nip at me (except that... well, she couldn't see where I was), so I had to enlist Sister Girl to hold her down, except that she held Meko down in a way that I couldn't get a good handful of neck-scruff, and there was yelping and ineptitude. I apologized to Meko for a full half hour afterwards. This morning, though, she was washing her face like a cat, and I just strolled up, grabbed a handful and pow! She didn't even look up. Awww ye-ah. Thass right.
And then I had a glass of milk for breakfast because I was too tired to eat, and I went and slept until one pm in my own bed. So what I'm telling you is that I haven't been very productive today.