In one week, I go on vacation. I can not wait. I am sooooo ready.
Maddie has a caretaker all lined up. She'd better not show her true colors either. She'd better be a thoroughly delightful kitty.
I'm already making a list of things I need to pack ... the books I want to bring with me ... I'm so exhausted, the reality is, I will probably sleep every chance I get. How depressing is that?
Considering the amount of down-time I've spent recently sleeping, it's seriously depressing, but very true.