Though there was substantial effort in keeping my eyes open and submitting the stories I had in my queue last night, sleep won out and I went to bed… today was to be a more energetic day, thanks to better overall sleep. Ah, but one cannot predict the future!

I woke this morning (at 4:30 a.m.) to the sound of my cats engaging in a battle royale at the foot of the bed: fur flying, squealing, and hissing. This is their method of getting me out of the bed to feed them. And I can tell I am getting old and malleable, perhaps a bit dotty in the noggin, because I got up and fed them — as if by grand design. Cat design.

So now I am trying to wake up the rest of the way and plan out the day ahead, including the submission of the stories I had ready last night. Already behind and the day has barely started. Good morning, me!