It’s not secret that I’m a chronic insomniac. Sleep and I don’t always get along so well. Today, though, is National Public Sleeping Day (yes, there pretty much is a holiday for everything).
Except I won’t be in public, and I don’t nap well unless I’m ill. I’ll just have to live vicariously through these guys. They’re much cuter when they sleep anyway.
I'm a retiree in his seventies. That may not be significant to many, since there is a bunch of us Baby Boomers around. However, in the year 2,000, when I received a diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma, I expected to be dead in three to five years.