I'm going to blame the earth's rotation on its axis for the fact that I'm on the Internet at all. Had the planet's rotation not moved my location out of the sunlight, I'd still be outdoors enjoying the splendid afternoon. Not even obsessive-compulsive Goldilocks would have complained about the day, the air being neither too hot nor too cold, but just right.
I have no idea what to blame for my increasingly strange sleeping pattern, or lack of pattern. Could it be possible that I'm turning into a cat? So many inexplicable naps, plus an increasing desire to spend more hours sleeping suggest a feline bent. If I develop an urge to be chasing birds, I'll be very upset.