Tired, very tired

Holy sh*t, I'm tired. I've been slow all week, but I got caught in the Agee trap last night and didn't get to bed until midnight, then Timber kept me awake. He barked at me once and I got up to take him out, only to have him make a hard right turn and head to the bathroom for a drink of water. I went "Hey, boy-o, the reason you don't have any water in the bedroom is so you won't get me up in the middle of the night." Took them out--he didn't really have to go (by Timber standards). He barked at me a couple more times, also did some pacing and heavy sighing, but I was pretty sure he didn't need to go out, so I ignored him. Then lay there and wondered if I should ignore him, since I've been trying to get him to bark when he has to go out. But *only* when he has to go out. That's a pretty good generalization, actually--"bark when I need something and Mom will get up and fix it"--but in this case I want specific, not general. So when at 4:30 I gave it up and got up to take him out, I had him "speak" before I moved the baby gate to let him out. He still didn't have to go much, but I let him get a drink and then put them both back to bed. Got a drink myself. Laid awake another hour. Finally fell asleep and slept through the radio until 7:30. Told the Ts not to expect me to get up before 8 tomorrow.

I have to go out and get a new microwave tomorrow. And fill a prescription and do some other things. Don't wanna.

The Agee trap, btw, is part of my genealogical research; it's a complicated set of interrelated families that I can and do spend hours on. They're one of my favorite families in the family tree, but one has to be on one's toes when dealing with them.

Taenzer was funny--I usually go into the bedroom about 8:30 or 9 with the idea of winding down for bed. I knit, mess with the computer, read, anything quietly absorbing that will get my mind to gear down (i.e., no complicated knitting, no heavy reading, no genealogy or downloading programs). So it got later--and later--and later--and I was still sitting out there on the futon struggling with Agees--and about 11 she started coming over and standing in my lap, licking my face, tucking her head under my chin, sticking her nose under my elbow. I didn't realize how late it was, but obviously she did. "Mom. Hey, Mom. It's time to go to bed, Mom. Mom!" My funny girl.