Pickles did not sleep well last night. Our bedroom is hot and she wears a permanent fur coat. She woke me up at 4:30 AM to suggest that we go downstairs where it’s cooler and where she can lay on a tile floor. And how do I know this? Well, it’s because she pawed at the bedcovers until they came off me. Then I followed her downstairs and she commenced to flop down on the tile floor as if to say, “Oh thank you. Now… isn’t this better?” (Pickles also doesn’t like to sleep alone and NEVER in a separate room.)
I was a little peeved with her this morning but then I worked at the gallery and sales were promising, so my mood lifted. You might be happy to know that Pickles is resting comfortably at the moment.
I am enjoying our summer weather and have been outside rearranging the patio pots. That’s sort of my idea of “working in the garden.”