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I said to myself the other day that I wanted to get a couple good nights' of sleep and wake rested, and when I said that I did not mean "Stay up until 2am comforting Faye and getting her out of the main house, out from under the furniture, and into the office." And then waking up at 6 with the husband's alarm, trying to go back to sleep for an hour and a half, failing because I was too hungry to sleep, eating food, finally falling back to sleep around 9, and then waking up somewhere close to noon. That sucked. I actually did sleep somewhat last night, but I'm still fairly zonked.

(Although having taken a look at my work log/invoice that may not only be the lack of sleep, it may also be that it's been a rough couple of weeks at work. Yikes.)

Spike and Faye have reached a point in the household where, typically, we put a gate up to prevent Murdock from going into the office and peeing over things to let everyone know that they're his (he's the absolute worst about that with new arrivals, and since he's one of our oldest at 14 there have been a number of new arrivals) and then they can jump over the gate or creep out from behind it because it's not wedged in the doors, it's just propped up against the doorway. This keeps Murdock out because he's too old and tired to be inclined to jump anywhere except maybe onto the radiator in winter. It lets Spike and Faye wander around the house, though in Faye's case that usually means "bolt under some furniture" and in Spike's case that usually means "go into the kitchen and take a nap on top of the above-fridge cabinets." When they're not doing that they can stare at the other cats and slowly get used to life in the household. But they get locked up in the office at night when the humans are asleep and can't rapidly intervene in any fight that may occur. And that's very difficult when Faye's being scared out of her wits by a thunderstorm.

Last night in case of thunderstorm I just turned off the desktop when I was heading for bed and closed the door, rather than waiting to see if the predicted storm occurred and crawling out of bed to go turn it off just in case. That's probably the wiser course when there's a storm predicted for the evening, but it didn't occur to me the other night. Live and learn, I suppose.

Now I'm a day or so behind on the chores that I meant to do, but since the essential chores are getting done I don't suppose that matters too much. I've dragged myself through my day job work for a couple days but fortunately I also haven't had much day job work to do. I looked at my invoice for the past couple weeks and thought, hm, actually, that explains the executive dysfunction. There's been a hell of a lot of coding, debugging, testing, examining, poking around, finding problems, writing code, testing the code, tweaking the code. And eventually I need to give myself a break.

(Evidently that break will involve books. A lot of books. Sixteen books, as I count. All non-fiction, histories of various places and things and events and such. I also have more books coming. I have bought a lot of books and I'm going to be very sad when it finally sinks in tomorrow that I don't actually have time to read them all, but right now I'm very happy that I have all of these knowledges at my fingertips.)

Meh, I don't know. I am tired in a way that is more brain tired than sleepy, and here I am trying to force more activity out of my brain. This is a foolish thing and I should stop it right now and just focus on getting the necessary tasks done (like, at the moment, making dinner) and doing whatever it is I want to do at the moment at a gentle pace. Not cramming in all the remaining tasks sideways and trying to speed through everything to get it done. It will get done when it gets done. Blue Wizard Needs Rest Badly.