bob cat revisited

sooooooooooooo tired. great huge yawns that make my eyes weepy keep sweeping through like a prarie storm. (ha ha. i'm not even sure what that means.) this is a result of a low sleep level.

so back at hotel fatima, i collapsed on bedfatima. fatimatheperson meanwhile prepared herself a bed on the floor. fatimatheperson has an oddball enjoyment of sleeping on the floor. "but only my own floor." she'll tell you. this is no joke. this is no attempt at hospitality on the part of fatimathefloorsleepingperson. she veritably loves a good sleep on her own floor. we explored this topic for a while. the aspect we discussed was mainly this: if she really does enjoy a good slumber on the carpet of her indian princess abode, why doesn't she sleep there more often. i mean it's always there for her to enjoy at her leisure. there was no answer to this conundrum and as i was deliriously tired, i left it to our continued puzzlement.

well mom called and we talked and now it's time for bed so the bobcat epic will have to wait once again.