Well, lately it seems that eleven is my lucky number. Usually I find the eleven on the Big Bed after the louder person goes to sleep. I find it's an adequate formation to settle into and achieve sufficient comfort as well as some much needed --and well-earned-- rest. What you do is you get yourself in between the ones. Today I found the eleven in the Bright Room while the louder person was exchanging noises with the voices in the sometimes-window.
The female person has not been around for a while. Without reliable intelligence confirming her return time, instituting part 12B of my plan may be premature... sticking with 11 for now...yawn...
not nearly enough about me here
ReplyDeletefinally the fp is home and the mp can now focus his attention where it belongs: on me, piper.
- flycatcher1@piper.cat