I can't remember.

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When did I crawl into bed?  I don't even have an estimate.  I know I checked the clock on the way up, and the alarm when I arrived.  Those memories are blank.  I slept well.  I ended up taking all socks off and turning the furnace down from 72° to 66°F.  It wasn't until the thermometer read 67° before going to bed.  But that doesn't mean I went to bed as it dropped.  When the furnace clicks on, it takes the temperature a few degrees higher.  It does take hours to drop temperature, but I simply have no clue how long, or even what I was doing, after the last post.

I did have to fuss with blankets at bedtime and several times through the night, but no major fuss, no terrible cooling, just slight shuffling and jostling to keep ahead of any real trouble.  I didn't have to wake fully, just enough to move my feet together or cover a minor gap.  Actually I prefer to keep an eye and ear about that open.

As to the sounds the other night?  Cats.  Definitely.  My girls.  I caught them making the exact same sounds yesterday.  Never heard that before.  Well, and ice and snow mini- avalanches from the roof.  I am in the 90s percent sure it was all... natural and native.  Thankfully.

Ending posting?  It, like dishes, getting trash out, cleaning the place, and other things will happen... when I  am ready and able.  It is coming.  I am just too tired to make sure I am doing it correctly.  It will be done when I am not so damned tired, so I can do it right.  So very tired.

I set a pot of dishes to soak.  As well, a timer.  In what is left of an hour I will feed and water critters, change litter, trim my whiskers, and set a small load of laundry.  Reset the timer for two hours, then shower, flip dishes and laundry, and shave or sit.  One more timer reset, after which trash will be collected and a final effort on dishes and laundry.  The plan anyway.  It could happen.