I have managed my sleep schedule poorly over the past few days, and here I am still awake. And it is not so much what I have learned but what I must remember: relaxation is maintenance.
There are studies. You’ll have to look them up yourselves – I’m on like 3 hours of sleep.
I have binge-watched the final season of House of Cards so you don’t have to. At it’s best it was kinda a mirror-universe West Wing with a little bit of Godfather. The last season is more Godfather than West Wing, until it just hits the side of the shark tank and descends into soap.
Spoilers: they are all eaten by sharks.
Is it wrong that I was kinda rooting for Doug Stamper? I guess because he was not beholden to any interests other than his own insanity.
Earlier this week, useful things were done.
If you are worried that I will drown poor Vet Bill in a bucket, don’t. We are warming up to each other. Currently, most of my problems with her are kitten problems rather than psycho-stalker problems. I have removed her from my desk four times while writing this post – and counting.
You can still have her if you want – but there is no emergency.
(I see that smirk.)
I have the house to myself, and mostly back to the way I want it. But I still have a lot of soda and chips that I will not eat. Open to suggestions.
Over on Are We Lost Yet? I recall backpacking at the Point Reyes National Seashore.
I am about to throw the kitten off my desk again. Excuse me.
Over on Curious Continuity, we review the first half of the new Doctor Who season.
And on Fantastical History, I explain how folktales about Jack are based upon his autobiography. Or the other way around.
Maybe I’m tired for good cause?
I have thrown Vet Bill off for the 6th time.
Now we know.