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I am in bed with Bagpuss and Giraffe. Husband is downstairs with Headphones and PS4. I suspect Dora is attempting to squeeze herself into a tight ball of fluff on his lap. She's a very particular and finicky cat. Or maybe she's just peculiar. I was rudely awoken at three o'clock this morning. It was dark, my bladder was about to explode and the cats assumed it was breakfast time. As a result of it taking me a fair while to fall asleep again, I am now a tad tired. My eyes and body say SLEEP!!! but my mind says THINK ABOUT THIS AND THAT AND T'OTHER!!! I have a feeling that my sleepy eyes will win this particular little battle. Shush, now. Did you hear that? No? It's the pleasant and relaxing sound of silence. It's the most beautiful sound in the big wide world. I have lost my sense of smell. I can smell some stuff, like the bubblegum bath bomb which patiently awaits in the bathroom, but not other stuff, like my perfume or scented candles. Oh, I did get a whiff of a student this afternoon. Poo-ey! Time to sleep. I shall dream of long-forgotten lost cities and the possibility of time travel.