I have now been to bed and slept for nearly 6 hours. The joys of night shift. At least I was being paid extra to not sleep.
The only thing that can compete with the window bed for Miss Meow's attention is my lap with a heated throw rug. When I first put it up she didn't use it though, I eventually figured out she wasn't confident with the path to climb up to it as it involved an initial jump up she didn't like. I got her some pet steps to make it easier and she's up on the bed half the day now.
I've got a half front tooth as well, I hadn't realised it was so trendy! Mine's been there 31 years now, I guess the front tooth doesn't get much wear to damage it.
I haven't gone to bed yet.
Looks like a queen with her crown.
Proof of dog
Miss Meow is having a lazy day on the couch
Edit: Mr Woof agrees that it should be a lazy day, but believes it should be armchair based.
Wind has gone past howling and is whistling and rattling alarmingly. The wind chill is bringing the actual temp of 5.5^o^ down to a feels like of minus 6.3^o^
It also varies depending on which company is doing the pickup, so something that is fine in one council area might not be in another. My old council had a fairly wide range of things that could go in the recycling, Ballarat you can't even recycle glass at the moment, and the range of plastics is much smaller.
I may need glasses to ensure I hug the right person though...
My close vision has deteriorated to the point I got reading glasses this year. It's a bit of a pain because I have to swap them constantly for my multi-focals every time I do something else, but it is definitely worth it to be able to read. The other main downside is that when I want to stop and think about what I read I am in the habit of staring off into the distance, and with the reading glasses on that means staring at unfocused blobs instead of trees and clouds.
I've always gone with furry side in, but I checked with both Mr Woof and Miss Meow and they are adamant that furry on the outside is always correct.
I mis-timed the dog walk badly and we both ended up quite soggy. Mr Woof got the wet dog zoomies, hurtling up and down the hallway using Miss Meow as a hurdle.
Edit: Actually, the timing could have been worse. It's absolutely bucketing down now.