I’ve pet the cat until her fur is almost gone.
Built and rebuilt my bed, pillows, and blankets into a fortress that would keep any Roman out.
Listened to three episodes of “Communists Have Dreams, too.”
Used the bathroom four times.
Counted slowly backwards from five at least five times.
Set the fan to high, medium, and low and then back again to low, medium, and high.
And thought through pretty much every thought I’ve needed to think through.
Really, I’m read to catch some Zzzzs now.