Well today was awful.

Had one guy I do payroll for treat my like an employee and not the person in the office he should be nicest to because it’s my job to make sure he gets paid. 

Got no sleep and had nightmares when I did. I dreamed of the apocalypse again. People being too. damn. happy. around the office.  

I got swamped with work and was their over 12 hours again. And my phone got shut off again so I couldn’t disappear into music or a podcast. 

And on top of all that – wanna know why I couldn’t sleep last night? Horatio woke me up. Coughing. A lot. 

So I spent way too long at work trying to figure out what was wrong. I’m worried sick, because he’’s overdue on his shots. (They all are.) And I know, I know, it’s probably allergies or a little kitty asthma attack. He’s eating and going to the bathroom and he hasn’t lost weight and he’s not acting weird or lethargic. But he’s my baby. My littlest baby. And if something happens to him because I let his vaccines lapse, I will never forgive myself. Like, coughing could be allergies OR it could be feline HIV OR it could be feline leukemia. It could be kitty sniffles or he could be dying. There’s almost no in between. And I’m tired and stressed and I am not mentally equipped to handle it or be reasonable or rational about it. I just want him to be okay. 

And to get some decent sleep. 

Those two things.