It's much earlier than I prefer to be up on a Saturday, but Bean was relentless, and had not intention of letting anyone sleep because she needed her breakfast. Try as I might, she was impossible to ignore, so I gave in, got up, and started my day.
We're right in the middle of a heatwave, and think it's throwing off everyone's patterns. We're sleeping weird hours, shuffling around the house in search of the coolest spot, moving fans so air is blowing in at certain hours and out at other times. Drapes and blinds are closed during the day, so there's no looking outside.
Charlene and Wylla's cozy little napping spots have been abandoned upstairs for cooler ones on the main floor. Cats normally curled into balls are flat or belly-up and seem to be flopping dramatically in protest of this weather.
According to the forecast, it looks like we've got a few more days of this. I think it's making us all a little bit cranky, and hopefully the weather breaks before we do!