I'm zawstid Kitties and woofies. I was up half the night playing the harp on the mini blinds in the spare bedroom. I know my brother is going to love my persistent efforts when he goes to bed in there tonight. I hop up on the bed, reach over to the window where mom has some plants wintering...then I reach up to the closed mini blinds and start plucking rapidly. Makes a satisfying amount of noise, makes mom shout with a joyful happiness from her bed all night..something about "stop!!! Stop!!" I had been practicing for the night concert just before bed and she came in there to applaud several times. She was slapping her hands together and shouting those words again. Must be all for my encouragement I'm sure.
So, I'm zawstid now after an encore performance this morning and I'm going to take it easy on Sunday now with my morning nap(s). Then my brother will arrive early afternoon. Mom is going to make him some chicken. She'll marinate it first in a tomato, garlic and basil marinade. Roasted taters to go with.