It's Tired And I'm Getting Late

Getting up from the sofa and going to bed is much easier when you don't have an excessively friendly cat curled up on your lap, purring like a fiend and nuzzling your hand and generally emitting Stay Here vibes.

On the other hand, staying up until I'm exhausted beyond functionality is one way to ensure that I'll at least be able to sleep. The bed here is quite comfortable, probably more so than my own, and there are fluffy pillows and soft sheets and the room is nice and warm and dark - but I'm utterly unused to sleeping by myself.

( Self-indulgent maundering back here. Read at your own risk. )