The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets...
Sunday morning we set the clock an hour back. What a difference it makes. By 5 pm
it is already dark here and by six pm it is pitch black. What a difference an hour makes.
Feels like we should go to sleep earlier than usual. Not happening just feels like that.
It's been a busy day today. Brutus is one minute eating next he is just sleeping.
Poor kitty is on way too many meds for our liking. As soon as he starts to feel OK,
it's time for his second dosage. He just can't catch a break and I am the one he hides from.
Right now he is sleeping. His usual 6-9ish "nap" Arvid and I about to call it a day
as far as work goes. Soon time to relax and watch some TV. As my mom and Arvid
would say, "tonight is a good TV night." Good shows from 8 to 11. He couldn't be happier.
Good night everyone. Sweet dreams.
I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars...