I am so tired this morning. The kind of tired where you wonder how you'll keep your head up straight as you work and how many mistakes will be made today.

M started his night shift last night. He didn't want to do it, but the union punishment seems equivalent with having a testicle removed with a butter knife, so he went. I stayed up another hour and went to bed. I was surprised to fall asleep within minutes. I was even more surprised to have Mouser land on my chest ten minutes later. He didn't stay. Oh but he returned. Over and over. I don't know if it was his kitty way of saying "hey, where's the snoring guy?" or if he just liked bouncing from the bed to me instead of his usual flight pattern of leaping on to M first then me. At any rate, it was annoying.

I fell back asleep and was awoken at 2:50 by that noise only a hair ball trying to come up makes. I had to pee too, so I figured I might as well be nice and go find the hair ball so M didn't have to come home at 4:30 and find that.

Apparently me coming to find Mouser in the middle of the night scared him. He ended up running around the living room with me in hot pursuit, all the time working up this hair ball. Did I mention I have nothing on? (ignore the mental picture, just note this fact.) I had turned the hall light on mainly so I didn't step in anything if he'd been successful at the hair ball removal, so I'm chasing him by a dim light. Enough to see the cat, not enough to have any neighbors up at an equally odd time see me in my glory.

I finally catch Moo, bring him into the kitchen, and I'm trying to coax him out from under the kitchen table when I hear the garage door open. In my sleep addled mind all I could think was that I just could not let M find me naked and chasing the cat. I took off for the bathroom (still had to pee) and I hear "um ... hello? why are the lights on?" I explained it to him, all the while Mouser is making the yack noise, and he did what anyone would do. Laughed his ass off.

I asked why he was home so soon and he said "I was worried for nothing ..."

The foreman is having them work 5 1/2 hours instead of 7 ... and they are getting paid for 8 hours ... plus 15% on top of that. I not only informed him that he's an asshole, I told him he could just deal with Moo's yack if that's what kind of hard labor working nights is for him.

I didn't get back to sleep until after 4 and the alarm went off at 5:30. I got up, took a shower, and as I was just getting ready to dry my hair I heard it again.

Yack.

I slowly opened the door to see Moo looking at me. No noise. Shut the door. Yack.

Dried my hair, went to get dressed, Moo went under the bed. Yack noise. I threw some clothes on, got him out from under the bed, and managed to get him outside, where he went hacking around the corner of the house.

I've been wondering lately what it would be like to be alone again. I slept like shit, I missed M, and for entertainment I chase a vomiting cat around while I'm naked. Some how M doesn't seem as annoying as he did before.

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