Percy Shelley the Emo Cat flops. He'll pat my leg when he wants petting and then when I pet him, he'll arch his back and FLOP onto his side. So cute. Especially since he learned not use claws with the leg-patting. I still don't know what it means when he stands in the stairwell and yowls. He doesn't seem to need anything; maybe he just likes the echo?
This weekend is the No, Seriously, Company's Coming, I Have to Clean the House Weekend. Of course Leonardo the Whiny Diva Cat woke me at THREE AM for food and petting and I couldn't get back to sleep, and now it's almost seven and I'm sleepy and he's finally quiet so I'm going back to bed for a couple hours.
Off to the market. Too early. But necessary to get shit done.
My hands hurt. I think 6 spindles, even abbreviated spindles, is my limit. Ow.
I read an article about Soviet gulags yesterday, and a children's camp got 2 puppies to raise (guard dog puppies) and couldn't think of anything to name them, they were so sensorially deprived. They ended up naming them Ladle and Pail. Broke my heart.
Oh, that is extremely sad.
I saw my cousin M for the first time in 25 years. He lives in Flagstaff works in sales of some sort and is absolutely peter pan.
Ugh, that's really sad. Poor noodles.
Oh, man, I just got off the phone with someone I don't talk to very often and I spent the first half of the conversation thinking she was someone else I know who has the same first name.
I have totally done that. Whoops!
Scrappy, those are fantastic shoes!
I need to clean all the things for real, including laundry. And go to the bank and the library. Tomorrow turns out to be a family outing, so I won't really have any time to do anything.
Yikes, Pix! Fingers crossed that the doctors can figure out an effective course of treatment for ND quickly.
I wish I had more energy during the week to clean then so I could leave my weekends for things I really want to do.
Back from the Farmer's Market. I felt compelled to buy parsley, even though I never eat it. There's not a lot in the way of produce I need right now, thanks to my garden, so I almost bought some sausage...but chickened out.
Sue, was it chicken sausage at least?
t /corny joke.
Pix, I hope that they can figure out what is going on with Drew and find some relief. How utterly terrifying.
I meant to say, much healthma for Drew. I hope they find the source of this pain soon.
