I’m not sick enough to stay home from work today, but I am really tired. I am falling asleep on my seat here in front of the computer. But it’s time to go back to work, because I’m well enough. My fever is gone and I can breathe.
I will push myself to go back. If I fall asleep in class, so be it.
Despite my middle-class status and that I’m not a full-time writer, I have an editorial staff.
My senior editor, Me-Me.
Chuckie is sitting to my right on the window bench. Chuckie just woke up, and fell immediately asleep again. His job is usually to keep me on my toes. I am not on my toes right now.
Chloe is falling asleep on the job. This is probably because she is a cat, and cats are notorious for their ability to take naps anywhere. She’s on the back of the couch, right behind me. Her editing duties fall by the wayside.
I wonder if the cats are on strike, because the senior editor, Me-Me (at age 17) is sleeping on the couch.
Pumpkin has walked off the job.
I suppose paying my editorial staff in cat food isn’t the best arrangement, but they’re better than not having editors at all. And they have the advantage of purring when I pay attention to them.
Words Like Me 