Grump

Sometimes I go through a spate of not sleeping well. I'm afraid I'm headed into one of those now. It's probably just age, and if the problems you have come from growing old, you have no problems worth the bother of worry. In the long run, getting old is the best thing that can happen to you.

Went to bed at 8:30ish because I couldn't keep my eyes open. Considering the night I'd had before, not surprising. Then I woke at ONE in the frickin' MORNING, and couldn't go back to sleep to save my worthless life. So naturally now I'm all grim and grouchy and no use to man or beast.

Also, I'm getting a little worried about Little Bear. He gets bouts of the shits from time to time, no big deal, it's generally just someone he ate. But then it goes away, and it's not going away this time. He's still leaving foul little puddles all over the yard, and it's painful to watch him bend himself in half when there's clearly nothing left in there to shit. I wonder if you can feed - what's it called, that pink stuff - to a dog? He doesn't act like he's particularly sick, but then dogs often don't.

Other than that things are right as rain, and there's no excuse for me stomping around all grim and grouchy. But I'm doing it anyway...