This week I worked WAY too many hours and have slept an average of 5 1/2 hours each night. In fact, Mr. C just told me that it is time for me to go to bed. He says he is locking me out of production. Funny. But I am getting up early in the morning to go running with Erin. I ran on Wednesday--went to the YMCA after my appointment with Dirk. I went into the steam room after a good stretch.
The kitties are downstairs because Jackson was messing around with the Christmas tree. So when Charles showed up on the deck Mr. C brought him into the house. This is the first time that he has been inside. He is so sweet and cuddely. He wasn't in to staying for long, though. Which is probably a good thing.
OK, it is sleepy-time.
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