I know it is because my clock tells me so. My body thinks it's a lie. Unfortunately my brain agrees. 3 1/2 hours sleep just doesn't get it. I had to plug away at that financial stuff until 3:30 AM. Better than paying the attorney or accountant $250 an hour to figure it out for me though. Depresing that I had a bunch of money in Merrill Lynch. Pants! I still have to write my friggin' affidavit. Hot bubble bath with a cup of tea first, though.
Doggie has this disgusting approach to the disposal of cockroaches. In the SE USA, we grow them quite big. And they can fly. That makes me scream and do the "get it off me" dance. Doggie can catch them and she gnaws on it enough to debilitate it and rolls all over it and then eats it. She doesn't yet realize that it has a direct effect on the petting ratio. :H
Bessie is at the spa and I'm jealous.
Have a good day, stay awake and stay away from AL.
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