Well the atmosphere around here is intense. Lynettea needs to practise her haiku sequence for the launch this afternoon. She hasn't chosen something of mine to read. I wonder why.
Spent most of the night sleeping on one of Lynettea's hats on a small table in the lounge room. It wasn't all that comfortable. She was trying to entice me to sleep on a chair in the bedroom, but I chose not too. The bedroom is getting so full with my basket on the floor and now the extra chair. I did sleep in the basket for a few nights over a month ago, before I got the Arthur medication. I gave up sleeping on the bed after I fell out twice and jarred my legs.
Woke up at 6.30 and threw up a large hairball. After that I waited on the dressing table for Lynettea to struggle out of bed. I tend to leap onto the dressing table and throw all the unneccessary papers to the floor. A bit like the end of a ski-run as I leap from the chest of drawers. Lynettea says she is at her wits end. What does that mean? She isn't used to all my pro-active help in tidying up.
I think I will go outside and sit on my upper sundeck for a while.