I’m so exhausted. Have not been sleeping well, and part of it is due to certain fur-covered beasts generally taking over the bed as usual, wanting to cuddle and then lick their paws for two hours in the middle of the night, thus driving me insane. I already have to get up at least twice a night to pee, and it’s not easy to get back to sleep. A couple nights ago I returned to bed to find that where I had been laying now had TWO cats in it, with six inches of space for me. I love my kitties, but I have fucking had it. I need my sleep, and when baby is born, there will be no animals in the bed, possibly even in the bedroom. They will all be confused and pissed off, but sorry, the first thing Simon is going to do is try to take over the co-sleeper because it’s new and comfy. Nein!

Speaking of animals, on my lunch break today I went downtown to Specialty’s to get a fancy peanut butter/apple/banana/cranberry sandwich. On Third Ave I spied this big boat of a car driving along, and saw that there was a small dog standing on the center area that separates the driver and passenger seats. Just standing there, inches from the dashboard, and I’m pretty sure it was eating something that had been dropped in front of it. Of course that is not even the worst I’ve observed; I once saw someone driving with their medium-sized dog in their lap. Illegal for children, but I guess dogs don’t become projectiles in collisions, right? We keep Kona in the back seat when she is in the car, still not the safest option of course, but she is never allowed in the front seat. And she has developed pretty good balance for those occasions when sudden braking occurs. She loves riding in the car.