Saturday night we were out late, playing Ingress with our friends Kate and Leah, who were also visiting. Then when we got home, both Missy and I had a case of the late-night-can't-sleeps. I had a bunch of stuff on my mind, including just seeing my awesome cousin, being fueled with a creative storm of ideas and next-step-actions about a side software project I'm beginning, and the book I'm writing.
Missy was no help either though. Not that I mind. For some reason. she got looking at funny cat pictures on the internet. Specifically, she was looking at this blog post about the various silly ways that cats ineptly hide. I don't have the link to the post, but the two of us lay in bed next to each other, paralyzed with laughter over how ridiculous some of these pictures were. I did find one of them to share with you just now.
We laughed until our stomachs ached. Eventually, we managed to get to sleep.
I did pay for it on Sunday though. I was a useless bag of slop all day. I napped. Eventually, everyone but Marybeth left the house, too. Kate and Leah had to go home. Missy was off to take pictures of the blood moon with Richard.
I worked on my software project for a while, making wireframes so I could discuss them with my partner-in-crime Moliére, and then called my mom.
I hit the recliner, and stayed there. As we talked on the phone, and I felt my lingering exhaustion, my awesome cats modeled the way I felt for me.
I laughed, a very tired laugh.