I woke up around 8 with a headache. I did my God time and went back to bed with Biscuit.
Biscuit and I had a good snuggle for a couple of hours. We had a great time.
I finally couldn't sleep any more. After I got up, I heard Biscuit vomiting but he decided to vomit on the tile floor. That's just the price I pay for loving Biscuit, sometimes dry food makes him vomit.
The vet isn't worried about him, he's pretty solid at 14 pounds so not starving.
I cleaned up the mess with some disinfecting wipes.
You know what I hate? I hate it when I sneeze while chewing my food. Ew. It happened with my dinner and it wasn't much fun.
Anyway, I went to bed early, 4pm, because Ron made a good point about fireworks noise. Sure enough, it woke me up around 10, and I also had a nasty headache. I drank a Diet Dr Pepper, took some aspirin (I got the coated kind that's good-fer-yer-tummy), and went back to bed.
It was pretty crowded, though. First I had Biscuit! Then I had Torbie, but not both at the same time. I woke up with a pretty stiff back from my contortions. They want to sleep in the middle of the bed. I want to sleep in the middle of the bed. The cats win.
I slept until about 4:30 this morning, kind of restless but at least sleeping. I woke up tired.
Now it's off to work.