In which I tempt fate

I am actually going to try sleeping tonight… in my bed. Wow. Is that exotic or what?

I have borderline asthma, and coupled with bronchitis, that gives me coughing fits constantly whenever my body approaches a horizontal position. I’ve been camping out in the library on the reclining chair. Beeper R. Kat, who spends most of her remaining days with us in that room, always nests on me.

We can’t all tame tigers daily, and probably shouldn’t ever try, come to think of it — so one just has to take what challenges come one’s way. At least the ones that don’t have tigers in them.

And so it is with me and sleep. So, onward and upward and… oh, whatever.