sovay | Unbinding my hands with my head

I have been awake for something approaching thirty-seven hours now, neither by preference or design. A load-bearing part of our bed broke between four and five in the morning when I had not yet fallen asleep; the resulting adrenaline surge, calming of cats, shoring of the non-broken parts of the bed, and then a combination of pain plus sunrise kept me awake. Eventually I got up. Objectively rehearsal went well, including the unexpected bit where I am now running parts of the alto as well as the soprano sectional, and then

spatch took me for soup afterward even though we had to walk home because maybe the MBTA is trying to kill the 89 by making it so unreliable that no one takes it anymore. Emotionally it has been an awful and grueling day and I should be trying to head for bed, but I have a cat on my lap right now and he is soft and curled and trusting and I do not want to disturb him. I had a bunch of plans for tomorrow, but they may have to take a back seat to not moving for a while.