Exhausted

Just got back from lunch out with George (happy birthday to me!) and an afternoon of grocery shopping. We stocked up, but the effort of walking the aisles of Safeway and hunting down what we wanted has completely exhausted me. Time for a nap.

And yeah, there's dragons.

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Nightmares, a dino, and a ninja kitty

At the moment I am exactly 44 years, two hours, and thirty-two minutes old. What a sobering thought.

I had my nap, but it was full of nightmares. Woke up to find that George had lain down for a little sleep as well, and wandered around the apartment for a couple of hours feeling generally uneasy and out of sorts.

Picked up another red dino on the Dragon Cave. If anyone would like to trade for a gold, a silver, or a paper dragon, please let me know.

Then, still feeling sad, I went in and lay down with George. We snuggled and kissed and talked for about 20 minutes, and now I feel much better. Spouses are miraculous in that way, aren't they?

(Oh, and eastpath, I've been wearing that long grey woolly hooded sweater you were kind enough to give me. It's very comforting. Just thought you should know.)

I've got a ton of things to do, but I don't think I'll be doing any of them tonight. I'm amazed at just HOW much that trip to Safeway physically drained me.

Instead... NINJA KITTEH!

Hilarious. Gotta wonder how he trained the cat to do that.