My kidcats might just have proof that I've gone completely loopy [View all]

I had an extremely active day, yesterday, deep cleaning the den, pulling a lot of garlic while still deeply grieving the loss of sweet Tegwen. I had been fueled by a cup off coffee and a glass of beer. Probably not smart but I had zero appetite. I went to bed very early, turned on an 'American Greed' marathon and fell asleep by at about 8.

Gryff woke me up. I glanced at the clock and my brain read 6:15. Yikes! 'American Greed' was still on, which kind of surprised me. Oh well, it was time to feed the kidcats. I jumped out of bed, grabbed the food, dished it out, all the while being observed by 5 very confused fur babies.

For some reason I was still very tired so I thought, what the heck. It's Sunday so I'll go back to bed for a while. Then I looked at the clock again and it was 9:30 PM which meant I had slept for only 1 hour! That explains why I still felt so tired AND why the kidcats were staring at me. I turned off the television and did manage to fall back to sleep until about 4. I triple checked the clock to make sure.