Saturday was a difficult day. I get up early for my sixth day of class anyway. But Friday had been 60° and sunny, and Saturday morning was windy and snowing.
Bonkers half awoke and stretched a bit on his pillow, and would probably have gone back to sleep, but inadvertently nudged his pillow too close to the edge of the bed. A brief scramble, and he fell three and a half feet off the bed onto his ass, and ran away panicked and humiliated. I found him sitting in his special spot on the rug where the sun usually shines in the mornings. Only, there was no sun, because it was fucking snowing the day after 60° sunshine. So Bonkers just sat there, ears back, staring at the ground, emotional, sensitive, and angst-ridden. Probably a little depressed. I picked him up and reminded him that he is smart and handsome.
There's no moral to this story, just a photo of Bonkers, where he sometimes goes to sort things out.