I keep a journal, most of which I keep private. But sometimes there are nuggets that are "blogworthy." In the interest of "getting out there" more as a writer (as far as a publicly viewable but generally unknown blog allows, lol), I'm going to share an entry from time to time...
(From March 21, 2025)
Last night, after I fell asleep in the reclining chair while re-watching an episode of Lodge 49, Kirk covered me with a blanket to make sure I wouldn’t get cold. We do this for each other … Kirk frequently falls asleep on the couch, I on the chair… and when one of us decides to pull out of this bad sleep hygiene moment and go to bed, usually in the middle of the night, we will cover the other with a blanket. We no longer try to wake each other up – we have mutually decided that it’s just better, at that late point, to let the other continue sleeping unless or until we make our own decision to go to the bedroom to continue sleeping.
This time I was graced with a sweet gift. It was maybe 3 or 4 in the morning, and Luna [now nearly two years old], purring, came over and crawled into my blanketed lap. I petted her for a few moments, and she remained in my lap for longer than the usual 20 seconds or so. She stayed for quite a while and fell asleep herself, purring more softly as she entered into a deeper slumber.
And that’s the first time that has happened.
Usually, Luna might attempt to sit in my lap but because she tends to dig her claws and “knead” me – I pull her paws away, and she generally takes that as a signal to get off my lap. I intend it as “don’t dig your claws in, sweetie,” but of course she doesn’t understand. This time, however, the blanket (plus the extra cushioning provided by my bathrobe), provided buffering from her kneading, so it ended up not being an issue. Thus, we have mutually discovered the secret to napping together with her on my lap.
It was the sweetest hour (or so) there, half-zonked out in the recliner with Luna purring and snoozing in my lap. It felt like she was just letting all her felinity and trust and animal affection radiate out from her warm body, granting me the delight of her silky, slumbering company in those liminal moments where waking and sleeping and dreaming cozily merge into a hypnagogic bliss.
When I finally emerged from the chair – later, after she had left to attend to the rest of her nocturnal to-do list, I felt like I’d been given some subtle antidepressant. I was still tired and needed more rest (in fact, I went to bed and slept until noon!), but I felt bathed, tenderized, kissed.
So let me claim that at
the top of my gratitude list for today, alongside the blue sky and warm sun and
birdsong of early spring.