Bobbi's working odd hours this week, which has juggled the sleep schedules of everybody in the house who is not a cat. She's sleeping from the early afternoon into the night, so as to go in at 0MyGawd30. I catch a late night nap, see her off, and then go doze another three hours until awakened at 0600 by an 18-lb cat who is sure he is about to starve to death if he doesn't get some food right away. I then get another couple hours of sleep before stumbling into the office to turn on the free ice cream machine and then do some writing for people who will exchange money for words.
This morning, it seemed that no sooner had I dozed off from the cat feeding than I was awakened by the sound of... Oh, damn! That's the garbage truck!
I hope the neighbors dug my PJs.