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I am back at work. It kind of sucks, but I treated myself to a French polish/manicure on my lunchbreak.

I am still not accustomed to the vague guilt I feel at paying little Asian ladies to run around and pretty up bits of my person.

I drove nearly 600km on my last day off (voluntarily and it was enjoyable) but I am still quite tired today. Tobermory crashed out on the couch tonight, and snarled/snored at me when I went to suggest the bed as a preferable venue, so I threw a blanket over him and went to sleep myself.

At least, that was the theory. Instead I tossed and turned and flailed for ages, until I eventually shuffled off after opening the curtains.

Just as I finally – finally! – dozed off, the door creaked open and he stumbled into the room to come to bed.

Then bloody Boomer turned up going waark waaar waaoookrrrkk? because his water bowl was empty (which, OK, is a valid complaint), so that got dealt with. He is such a shouty cat lately, every little thing that he wishes us to deal with is WWWWAAARRRK at full volume, and it’s not like we usually ignore him!

Then I heard the fridge going beeep beeeep beeep which turned out to be Ahze, but I didn’t know that until I found a dress to put on and marched out to the kitchen (to see a sleepy man wandering around just trying to get a drink, which is fine, he’s allowed obviously) and argh.

Now I can’t get to sleep.

So I’m in the snug, so as not to disturb anyone else, and Boomer has come in and seen me and cheerfully gone “prt! it’s a human, hooray!” and snuggled down beside me, and I am INCENSED that he is sacked out in a pile of improbably angled limbs and fur when I am tired but not sleepy because apparently half an hour’s nap is all I need in the summer, thank you solar-powered brain but I actually like to get SOME kip in before I have to crawl out to meet the day star again! And Tigra is being a pain in the bum and keeps trying to convince me to play with her, which would be fine if she didn’t want to play with whatever it is that’s behind the couch, and if her definition of “play” didn’t actually mean “rip to shreds then look innocent when confronted with remains”.

She is presently hiding in the corner after being yelled at for pouncing my foot and biting my big toe. Periodically I hear purring noises emanating from the corner, I do not know what she’s got back there with her and I don’t care because she has shut up and stopped being a pain, and when she emerges from her voluntary time out I will pet her and love her and she will flomp on her back and demand belly rubs, because she is my girl and knows I love her, and mostly because she likes belly rubs.

Eventually my brain will register “oh hey, it’s coming up 1am” and I will magically become tired. And then I will feel like I’ve had no sleep when the alarm clock goes up and tomorrow will suck.

When is the weekend?

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