Floating

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

Today I wasn't so much drink-hungover as sleep-hungover. Caro and me got to bed at 4.30ish. 

The last time we did that, it was New Year's Eve 2015. Ah, I was so much younger then. Oh all right I was 46. Eff off.

So I woke up at about 8:15 to feed cats. Then again at 11:30 to feed Caro*. I napped most of the afternoon and have floated about in a bit of a daze for the rest of the day.

I say all this like it is a bad thing. Being dazed and confused in the house is not a bad thing. I like feeling floaty sometimes.

It does make for bad blips though. Ellie came to my rescue by sending me a photo from her friend's book of vulva poetry. As it turns out, I'm into it.

S.

* Delivery breakfast. It still counts.