Puke Factory

I’m tired. I’m sitting up in bed thinking about laying down and turning off the lights. Jen is asleep, but she needs to be up crazy early tomorrow.

The instant I start thinking about calling it a night, Patches’ sixth sense lights up. She goes to our bedroom doorway and pukes. She pauses a minute and pukes again.

This is how she gets attention now? You want to sleep fat boy? Try sleeping now.

Thanks, cat.

Forgot this One

I took this picture this morning when I got out of bed. It was pretty much the first thing I did.

Okay, so I sat up, took off my CPAP mask, picked up my phone, checked my sleep stats (they were bad), and took this pic.

So technically it was the fifth thing I did today, but you can dig where I’m coming from, right?

Jen purposely left her PJ’s drawer open in the hopes that Patches would go exploring. She did.

Random Stuff

Tuukka Rask returned to the Bruins tonight and beat the Flyers 3-2. Pastrnak scored all three goals. A hat trick for Pasta tonight after a hat trick for Marchand last night. Sweetness all around.

Note to self: you opened a new jug of distilled water for the CPAP machine’s humidifier tonight. Try and keep track of how long it lasts, for future reference and stuff.

Patches is fully back to normal tonight. We can tell because she puked 17 pounds of partially eaten cat food onto Jen’s desk. Right as rain, feline.

I’m sitting up in bed for a little while. Should I rewatch episode 3 of The Book of Boba Fett or should I watch the first episode of The Peacemaker. Or should I just sleep.

You’re right. Sleep it is.

Possible car music in the morning. We will see when the morning gets here.