Why is it ...

... that there are always a dozen and one things to do when bedtime arrives?  I could have been on "Saint Mattress" an hour ago ... but here I am ... only just now about to close down the computer.

Eliot has long since found himself a comfortable bed ... and an illegal one!  I can see that the vacuum cleaner is going to have its work cut out to remove the many clumps of hair that he's shedding at present.  I wonder do humans shed as many ... thankfully you don't see them quite so much!