I just didn't want to get out of bed this morning.

Woke up at 0230 with a full bladder. Fixed that, laid down and watched some YouTube until around 0300.

Alarm went off at 0400.

Woke up... and just... didn't want to do anything.


Making things worse was Pola on the floor, still nursing her paw that Kerri had decided to jack up last night in my stupid belief that I could brute force them being cordial.

But also Archer, who decided at that exact moment that it was time to come up and fall asleep on top of me.

It was a strange mix of comfort and soul-crushing depression.

Considered calling out.

But I've got things to do today.

Or rather, a thing.

Ran through the motions and headed out.

And here I am.