Strange interlude - stranger bedfellows

I was already having trouble sleeping. Which is a bitch, since as mentioned earlier, I was already wiped out and feeling crummy.

So after getting up and doing some rewriting on the fantasy novel – some good comes of this! – I try going back to bed. No joy. Can’t get comfortable.

Happens sometimes. Been happening way too much of late.

I decide to try sleeping in the recliner in the living room for a while. For some reason, after I do that, I can usually go right to sleep in my bed.

And when I get up to move, what do I find but a dead mouse.

In my bed.

Right where I was lying.

*Urk*

So the bed’s been changed, the bedclothes are soaking forever in Clorox 2 and laundry detergent, I’ve had a weird-o’clock in the morning shower, my restful night’s sleep is completely shot in the ass, and the cats are in unprecedented disgrace.

I’m thinking of replacing them with Horrid Japanese Robot Pets.

Now I’m doing the only sensible thing: playing exceedingly violent video games and watching SportsCenter until I recover enough equanimity to get some damn sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be … trying. Stay tuned.

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