Here is a picture of the supposedly lovely Tyke with a rapidly wagging tail that the Exfactor took yesterday. For some reason he got his attention right away and Tyke sat in place the way he ought to have and that I never get him to do. With me he always comes up and sniffs the camera or jumps up against me, ruining whatever good shot I had in mind. It's hard to take a good picture of Tyke, because he is just one black, curly mop of hair with brown eyes hidden in there somewhere. I had to brighten up the color a little bit and increase the contrast, but I think it is clear enough now and you get a good idea of what he looks like. I say "supposedly lovely," because he is really a little stinker, but the Exfactor thinks that's because he's getting an anti-authoritarian upbringing. I don't think I'm supposed to take that as a compliment, but I won't lie awake about it either.
Having run completely out of tall glasses to drink cold milk from, and refusing to drink from little short glasses, because those are empty in no time, I had to search through my cabinets for a solution. I found a very tall coffee mug that I never use, because it is much too tall to fit under the senseo machine spout where the coffee comes out, even though it is adjustable. It turned out I could pour a lot of milk in this mug and it stays nice and cold in there too and I like the way the milk tastes from it. I was worried about it not tasting nice from a mug. I'm not going to buy real glasses anymore, though. I'm going to buy tall plastic beakers. The kind you use when you go on a picnic. That way I won't have to worry about breaking them when I do the dishes or Tyke knocking them over when I forget to put one away. I don't know yet where I'm going to find them, but where there's a will there's a way.
It is now in the middle of the night, or if you're optimistic, in the wee hours of the morning. I went to sleep early last night and then I always wake up early too. I'm sure I will go back to the sofa later in the morning to sleep some more if only to escape the sadness effect of the welbutrin. It makes me sad just writing about it, so I better put that out of my mind right away. I'm not going to write the names of my medicines with capital starting letters anymore, because I think it's not worth the effort. Lest they start to think of themselves as too important.
I think it's time I go lie down again. It's too early to take my medicines, so that will have to wait, but I may possibly sleep some more and watch the news until I do.
Have a good day when you wake up. Those of you going to sleep, have a good night.