Poor Jackie is currently having some flea problems, which means no curling up at the foot of the bed. This has added to everyone’s stress (especially hers), as I’ve had to kick her off the bed about every 20 minutes during the night.
On about the third night of this, I found myself having a very strange partly-waking dream: Jackie was, or was in charge of, a web service. If she couldn’t sit on the bed for a little while, she wouldn’t be able to focus enough to keep the service running, and then all the rest of us would be hosed.
Work has been stressful for me lately. Home has been stressful for me lately. I’m not sleeping well. This apparently manifests in cat-programmers.