sleepy

This heat is knocking me out…that, and the stress (good and bad) of two ratified contracts, car troubles on both the cars, getting closer and closer to my own settlement, and having no A/C in the ridiculous excuse of an apartment complex that Sara and I can’t wait to move out of.

 

Meanwhile, our crazy, 6-month old kitten hasn’t recovered from the three days that Sara and I were away.  Now, our cats have an automatic-cleaning litterbox, an automatic-filtering water dish, and an automatic feeder, so they were taken care of by the wonders of technology crossed with pet pampering.  Still, our kitten has this ridiculous need to be pet 18 hours a day, especially when it comes to Sara.  Over the last two nights, this ball of furr that I simultaneously am delighted with, frustrated by, and fascinated over has woken me up at least ten times in his attempts to get the comatose, sleeping beauty next to me to pet him.  And, anyone who knows me, knows how hard I sleep, so the kitten is doing a lot to wake me up. J I keep telling Sara that we need to lock Sambuca (that’s his name, although Sara insists that his full name is Sambuca Tequila, but we usually just call him Buca) out of the bedroom at night because he’s a lunatic, and she says, “Awwww, but I feel bad.  And, besides, he lets us sleep through the night and just starts waking me up at 4am.”  Right…”through the night” and “4am” aren’t mutually exclusive.  My bad. :/ Sara is not the overly compassionate type…except when it comes to our furrballs…

 

Anyway, so the long and the short of my rant is that I’m feeling slightly worn down…can’t believe it’s Thursday already.  I’m showing an investor around Baltimore City tomorrow, so let me get prepared for that.

 

Peace,
Greg