And neither is my cat, who insists on sleeping on my hip whenever I lay down and will often follow me and cry if I am walking around cleaning in the middle of the day instead of napping:
In other news, I started a new book that I felt was appropriately titled for my current position:
Because Broke, Unemployed, and Bored Out of My Gourd was already checked out at the library.
Cats are smart that way. They know that the proper position for human beings is prone and resting.
Sorry--supine and resting.
Actually, what's the word for on one's side? Fetal, but with one's legs sticking out? There must be a better word.
Let me know if Waiting is any good. I am knee-deep in memoirs right now. Currently reading Look Me in the Eye, which is about having Asperger's. It's written by Augusten Burrough's brother -- John Elder Robison. It's really pretty interesting getting in the head of someone on the Autism spectrum.
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