I slept about 10 hours last night.

Slept.

I did not lie in bed wondering when I would fall asleep.

Pretty much right after my head hit the pillow, I was off to dreamland.

I did not wake up a bunch of times from hip or back pain, having to change positions.

I slept.

I slept so good.

God (that I don’t believe in) do I love a good night’s sleep.

I had a busy dream – trying to catch a flight home from Paris (where I’ve never been); while trying to catch Esperanza and Kitsch (much beloved cats who are both deceased in the waking world), get them into carriers, and then dealing with trying to get the proper paperwork for Kitsch and to find Esperanza (after Bill put the carrier on a shuttle without paperwork – shame on you dream Bill) to make sure her paperwork was with her.

Like I said, busy dream.

When the weather gets chilly and rainy, that is when I find it the most difficult to get out of bed in the morning.

Okay, I find it hard to get out of bed every morning.

But those gray, wet, chilly mornings are the best for sleeping in.

And our brown tabby Leo, thinks these gray, wet, chilly days are the best for snuggling in my arms – extra points if I am trying to work.

And he gets so comfy and is so pleased with himself and the world – how can I deny him?

Have you ever had a cat give a contented sigh and purr at the same time?

I highly recommend it.

Like me, Leo is getting old, and that’s when you really start to yearn for more warm, warm/soft, soft in your life.

I’m ready for my nap.