I admit it. I need help.

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I already know I am a bit teched. Then comes hubby off to go fishing with a buddy- 5 a.m. phone rings. Ready to go? Beau Teak kitty feels better. That means reality: you will not sleep, human. You will not roll over and ignore me. You will let me out. You will. I won't. You will. I decide to attempt to tackle the dirty overhead fan cause eventually summer temps will be here and we'll want the fan moving air around. Not dirt. Air. I love the cathedral ceilings. I hate the cathedral ceilings. I can not afford to fall off the step stool as I aim my Dollar Store mop at the fan. I can not afford to get a huge crick in my neck. I finally gave up. I will try not to have a mile long Honey Do list for hubby when he gets back with a fish story or two. I promise. And I will not wring Beau Teak's neck. I do want a nap. A nice, comfy nap. (Stop yelling and stop scratching at the door, Beau!)