Sleep Schmeep

There is a teeny, tiny flaw in Mom’s Crazy Summer Work Plan: if Mom doesn’t get herself to bed at a VERY decent hour, then she is a bit snookered during the day.

For the most part I can deal with snookered. I can still get up early (I am one of those people who loves early morning: quiet, lonely, and all mine), can still put up solid pages, can survive the summertime adventures of the day. It is only in the late afternoon, when we retreat indoors for lemonade and a chapter or two of Harry Potter, that my eyes begin to droop. Yesterday I fell asleep with Harry under his Invisibility Cloak and surrounded by Slytherins!

Ah, well. Sleep schmeep. I am two short weeks away from my deadline; I can’t stop now. And cat naps aren’t a bad thing, are they? I mean, all the cats I know seem healthy and rather content …