Well, it turns out yesterday’s sleep deprivation was a mere prelude. Last night the snortlepig’s snortly nose kept getting blocked, whereupon she would wake up and roar with rage instead of suffocating nicely. And as each fresh burst of outrage required an application of the milks, I spent most of the night blearily sitting up and yanking her by the feet to the other side. Then at about 3AM she decided she would sleep better draped across my chest like a sodden pancake, and that reduced her waking times to, oh, every half-hour? Helpdesk Man gave up and moved to the spare bed after round thirty, but the dude and I continued the fun and games until I was forced to get up in order to be dressed when the visitors got here.
They came and went, and the rest of the day has been spent in mowing and kneading bread and sweeping the floor in a vague daze. It’s now 6:45PM and I still have to answer fifty-five Malachi-related questions, make a butterscotch chiffon pie, make pizza for dinner, make wedges for dinner, work on my article, shape two loaves of multi-grain bread, ice the hot cross buns and, if I am to put head to pillow with the feeling of a Job Well Done, grind some spices and make chocolate chip cookie dough for tomorrow.