Asleep at midnight

This mouse was not stirring when the clock struck 12 on New Year’s. I think it was a conscience decision and does not bode well for my attitude going into 2011. I was expecting to stay up and at 10 I was going quite strong, and then I just decided to let the New Year come in by itself.

It is an artificial thing anyway. See, if Scrooge has abandoned Bah! Humbug!, I do believe I am claiming them for the year’s changing. Or perhaps I am a Hmmmmph person. Obviously I seem to have a burr under my saddle and I am looking for nails to chew on for breakfast.

Well, time to set out the warning signs around me . . . and they need to have flashing yellow lights on them – none of this namby-pamby “Wet Floor” stuff.