Black beans and lentils
Nitrogen hopes, living soil,
Chemistry and worms.
Fewer hours has translated into more sleep. I can't remember the last stretch of my life when I slept until past 0800 every morning I didn't need to be up. In my defense, I wake earlier, but then Eleanor sits on my chest, and Zeppo needs to be massaged, until I fall back asleep.
They stay here most of most mornings.
4 comments:
No matter who you are
or where you're at,
there's nothing better
than a cat.
Obviously.
Ah sleep, if only it would come when called. You have good familiars.
Nimble,
Sleep seems to get thin in the middle of the night, too tired to get up, aware and aching.
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