Stay safe Nellie. I saw on the news.
Of course we want you around, silly girl!
Don’t glare out the window alone, not when we’re standing by.
Safe stay and have a bug-out bag ready.
Oh, crap. I just remembered Son-of-a-wreks bug out bags for Hurricane Laura. They’re still in the storm shelter.
send Bayliss in for them, he’s a brave boy.
And smart, he found you, didn’t he?
Stay safe, Nellie!
Only thing I have scheduled for tomorrow is reviewing some documents as part of a research project, and maybe a couple of phone calls. So I don’t have to be up, presentable, and out anytime early.
But it’s Tuesday, and a bunch of us regularly meet for beers after work on Tuesday, so there’s that.
Spoons
I have this feeling that you are always presentable.
The reformed (temporarily) night owl me is heading to bed. I’m so spacey I can’t remember I took Mel once or twice. Mel and I are heading off to bed now, but I’m going to read for a bit. I’ll check in before I turn out the light.
Boo
Are you gonna be like this guy? 
I’m punchy myself. But I will not go to bed. That always wakes me right up.
So…I’m Doping, shopping, watching muted CNN, trying not move because cats are asleep behind my head.
waves to the meezers
Absolutely and I’d probably drop my drink as well. Except I’d say “shit!” Instead of ”Yikes!”.
It’s a good morning when I have to go to the kitchen less than two times to get my first cup of coffee.
I checked and there aren’t any fires nearby. Where is this smoke smell coming from? It’s definitely wood smoke, not like from a barbecue gone wild or anything. My son, who lives about 50 miles north of me, said it was getting smoky there today. There are fires east of here but over the pass and then some. It doesn’t look that bad outside. I think I’ll slip out for
a little look-see–just in the complex. I don’t see well enough to venture farther.
Aaaand I’m back. Holy smokes (Ha!), it smells like the middle of a campfire out there. Now I remember this exchange with my son:
Me: Huh. It doesn’t look smoky here.
Son: Mom, you can’t see past the trees.
True. Their house is on a hill, and they have gorgeous views of Rainier and various peaks.
Whence this smoke? California, is that you?
Also, and feel free to throw this in my face any time: I am frickin’ nuts. I can’t see in the dark even in the complex. I know this. I have a strong tendency to think of stuff I can’t do as challenges. It happens often in winter, when we get less than 9 hours of daylight. “I can walk home from the store in the dark!” I tell myself, then wander around the parking lot 15 minutes because I can’t see the exit. And I do this ALL the time.
There’s no whoa in this Nellie. Should be, though.
I’m well over 1000 miles away from the California fires, and while you can’t smell the smoke here, you can see the haze in the sky caused by the smoke. It’s also made for spectacular sunsets and moonrises lately.
I’m here. Sleep has been intermittent in general. None yet tonight.
My cats are funny about it- I guess their default preferred sleeping place is their cat tree, which is in the other room. But they come RUNNING the second I’m awake, I guess as soon as they hear me stir, and take their places- my girl under my arm, my boy on my chest, both purring madly.
They’re both here now, although I don’t know what summoned him. I heard her feet hit the floor right after I said something out loud to him (“You wanna see the window? Here.” My conversations with my cats are exciting and profound.) so I assume it was the sound of my voice for her.
I have to be up around 7. Oh boy. I should shower now and lay out clothes for the morning so that it’s just a little less to do. Not that clothes are that serious/complicated. It will be jeans and whatever t-shirt is on top and either the socks that make it look like I have robot legs or the ones that make it look like my legs are being eaten by sharks. I’ll do that. And if I’m not asleep by, say, 3, I’ll go ahead and do morning cat care as well.
Robot legs, for certain.
So let it be written, so let it be done. Robot legs it is. 
I can sound extremely presentable on the phone. But I’m probably wearing a pair of old sweatpants, and a T-shirt that says “49ers Faithful!”
Kansas City chiefs, the long sleeve one since it will be chilly tonight.
Nellie, you stay safe.
Sleep tight all.
Boo
Okay, 2 am Chicago time and I’m out of steam. Goodnight, everybody!
A bunch of lightweights.
I have slept approximately 5hours in 3days.
Of course I don’t have to drive heavy equipment (or anything) or be a productive member of society.
Being presentable isn’t even on the agenda.
I can be a slug if I wanna.
And…I’m good at it.