Feline sleep deprivation

After a couple of days of the cat serving as a reliable alarm clock (6:30am and 4:20am starts respectively) she let me down today, and I only crawled out of bed at 7:15. Which meant that I didn't get down to the train station until the carriages were sardine-tight at 8:45, even with only ten minutes wasted with post-breakfast internet surfing, and so I didn't get into work until half an hour later than so far this week, this time feeling noisome and claustrophobic from being crammed in with so many other commuters so early in the morning.

Downtime

I woke up feeling awful today, and ended up taking the day off and staying in bed.  This was probably the wise choice; I'd spent the previous evening stumbled around, struggling with mundane tasks like talking to people, eating noodles and not dribbling out the side of my mouth.  When I get ill, even with something like a bad cold, I'm a menace to myself and those around me, so after five days of what sounded like a 40-a-day smoker's cough, it was time to isolate myself.

Recurses! Filed again!

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