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Toy mice are Jonesy's favourites. He loves them to death and it's up to me to find their little punctured plastic carcasses around the apartment.

Aaaand when a kitty has to sleep, a kitty has to sleep (don't mind my messy office)

I slept late today, dreaming that Vahan, another guy and I were trying to rescue a family, which were on some organization's death list. We were armed with huge weapons, but of course the organization had sent cute, female assassins and Vahan couldn't bring himself to shoot them (typical Vahan! And what is one of the characters from my novel doing in my dream anyway?), this of course got him killed. At least he died happy.

Sleeping late has done nothing for my schedule, I need to clean, as you can see my office is a total mess and the kitchen isn't much better. I also need to work on commissions and on the shop. I have some 45 kgs of beads in my garage that I need to haul up on the third floor, sort, measure, price, photograph and put in the shop. I need a Mrs. Brown and an assistant!