sleep

Peeper had a night fright at 12:30. I'd gone to sleep at a reasonable time, 11 or 12, so that meant she woke me at a bad time. Then she had another one. And another. The last one I saw the time for was 3:30. I don't know if she kept having them and I just slept through them, or if she settled down. Each time she woke me, but I couldn't get out of bed to check on her. Then I had some wierd dreams just before I woke up. And now Peeper's all perkily preening herself on my shoulder begging for scratches whenever I move. I hate her.

House rules

Welcome to a couple Saxons (aka Alfredians, aka fellow alums from my Alma Mater) who've recently rediscovered me and vice versa. To y'all and anyone else I happen to know in person, I just wanted to point out, that I try to avoid using real names and other personally identifying info in this blog, especially my own. :-P This means that spammers won't yoink anyone's email from my blog, scammers won't yoink our SS#'s, my students won't start snooping on my personal business (hi R!), and evangelicals won't burn my house down. :) Capiche? Thanks y'all!