I always end up being awake really late at night, and can never seem to maintain waking early in the mornings. At least, not waking up early regularly and being happy about it. That categorizes me as a night owl (as opposed to all of the daytime owls I see all the time?). People talk about how productive we are in the early mornings, and I know that I can be really productive with an early start. I just can’t maintain it. I can never get myself to go to bed early enough not to be totally exhausted after three days of it. Listen: I know the early bird gets the worm…, but I don’t even eat worms.
It is nights like tonight and weeks like this past week that have me wish for a Friday night and Saturday morning with my cat. We would typically stay up way late on Friday night, because I finally had no desired bedtime for once, although I was exhausted already from my week. And then, on Saturday morning, we both would sleep in.
It was always a sort of drowsy mix of hanging out and deep sleep, all the way to midday or early afternoon. I’d get up to use the bathroom now and again, maybe even put on a movie for a while before falling back to sleep, and off and on snuggle with my kitty cat. He would move around on the bed as he wished, sometimes putting good space between the two of us. However, for the most part, he would snuggle right up to me, usually against my head or neck (and sometimes actually on them), a sort of loving, pillow-like comfort, which I felt brought me a special sense of ease and calm similar to hot cocoa and a fire when it’s cold out.
Yeah, I miss that right now. I’m even nervous that he won’t really recognize or like me once I’m back home. Or that he’ll be lonely without other cats (his lives with three right now). Not much for me to do about that until I get back to the same town as he, right? Right.
Anyway, the point is that I want to sleep in tomorrow, and snuggle off and on with, I guess, my cat as I do that.