This is not going to segue into some rambling diatribe about things I don't like, btw. I'm straightforwardly, physically tired. It's a bummer. If you think I've been reading a lot lately, and posting about books rather more than about anything else, you're right, and it's because, after being kept awake for half of most of my designated sleep periods (for reasons I will detail below), most days I don't have much energy for much more than childcare, book-reading, and naps whenever Felix is napping (and we're down to one of those a day, boohoo).
What has been keeping me awake? In the most Vivid of Terms:
1. His Cuteness, the Young Emperor Felix the Restless (because in our House, the Youngest does Rule).
2. The Royal Siblings, particularly His Blondness, Lord Innes of the Creative Spirit, Much Vexed by Dreams and Awakening Often Not in his Bed.
3. Shelley, Cat named for the Poet Percy, who is Paragon of Fluffiness, Licking of Headboards, and Loud Purring into the Ears of Sleeping Humans.
4. Mine own Creative Spirit, which does bubble forth with Ideas upon any Moment of Awakening, and is Loath to be Silent until One Full Hour hath passed, whereupon it is Likely that I shall be Re-Awaken'd by my Young Masters or the Cat, who at least does not allow the presence in Bed of the two lesser Cats who Plot to Overthrow him.
(see what happens when I'm sleep-deprived? DO YOU SEEEEEE?!)