Well, I did go to bed early last night, 21:00, in fact. However... Karen got up at 02:00 to go to the bathroom, and when she came back I went... and inadvertently let Cowboy into the bedroom. No big deal, but Sam was already in there...
So, as I was about ready to drop off, they discovered each other. There was a wild dash over the top of the bed and across the bed and under the head of the bed, caterwauling and scratching and hissing and biting... Karen got up and opened the door, and one or both of them streaked out.
And that was the end of sleeping for me. Yeah, I laid there for three more hours, but nary a wink o'sleep was had.
For one thing, the waterbed was cool... the cats probably hit the heat control again, but it had to be several days ago, it takes it a long time to cool off or heat up. But I was laying there, thinking about getting up and checking it, but I convinced myself that I would be going to sleep in the next second or two, I'd fix it in the morning.
For another thing, I had a headache... nothing bad, just my brain letting me know that it was unhappy, I guess. Again, I didn't get up and take any pills, knowing that I was going to go right to sleep...
So I got up at 05:00 and, sure enough, the heat control was turned way down. Took some pills and the headache dissipated some, but I still feel pretty crummy in general, like I have a fever.
I made a pot of coffee and drank most of it, saving some for Karen when I got her up at 06:00. JD got up, too, he couldn't sleep either, he was up pretty late last night, as usual, he had gone to a show in Lawrence.
Shortly after Karen left, I tried to go back to sleep, but no luck... I think that the coffee had a lot to do with it this time. So I'm up for the day.
I've been thinking of the direction that I want this journal to go in... I've been getting flatter and flatter as time goes by. Coming up three years next week, in fact.
I've had a few comments, that my writing lacks something that it used to have... like I'm holding back, or maybe just not interested anymore.
I have to admit that I've noticed that myself. And I've got four or five good excuses for it.
So... let's see what I can do about this:
So... I've given myself something to think about now.
Back to the cat situation... I need to convince Karen to let nature take its course. A state of equilibrium must be reached, we need to stop protecting the cats from one another. We shouldn't need to... they will work things out themselves and if some bloodshed is required, so be it. If one of them has to die, again, so be it. I refuse to be the referee at a constant cat fight.
And there will be no cats sleeping in our bedroom when I'm home, anyway. I've said this before and waffled on it. No more.
Now that that's settled...
However, I have a distinct lack of ambition for working on the kitchen... or on the server, either. Or work of any sort. Or really, anything but sleeping.
I'm kinda getting worried... I didn't work that hard this last week that I should need to sleep three days to get over it... but that seems to be what happened, anyway. Of course, there is a possibility that I'm getting sick... something that I really don't need right now, or ever, come to think about it. But that would explain it.
I screwed up Karen's tape yesterday... I left the VCR on, watching the Kosovo action. And when the VCR is on, of course, it won't tape. So The Young and the Restless was missed, and I'm on Karen's shit-list.
Well, I think that I'll go put up the fan and the light in the kitchen, JD has offered to help me, so maybe we will get something done today anyway.
More tomorrow...
I need to get to work on the kitchen. Karen decided that she didn't want the root-beer color for the trim, but white instead. Then blue around the white. At this point I don't care... I'm pretty sure, actually, that I never did.