Manic in the morning

I wake up every day around 8.  7, even.  When it's light outside I charge.  But today I had four shots of espresso, plus the usual pills, and was unloading laundry at 9 am.  I'm trying to calm down, it's 10, Katie isn't even awake yet. I just took an Ativan to chillax a little bit.

I feel like walking around, like exploring, like using a lot of commas.  Nevada, the tiny kitty, is charging around with me.  Unfortunately, Louise, the mother cat, may have feline breast cancer.  She gave so much of herself with these kittens, and she finally got spayed, but her health hasn't been good for awhile.