How we make cat food

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What went before: 960 new words, plus some throwing around of ideas, and bringing up to date of the Weird Word List.

I washed the towels. Now I need to fold them and put them away. Oh, and take the extra bread out of the freezer, which I never did, though I said I was going to.

Thursday. Grey and gloomy. Warm, but not as warm as yesterday.

Breakfast was PB&J on toast, first cup of tea is almost done. Lunch will be -- um.

Errands this morning, homework review, and ASL class this evening. Those are what's on the schedule. Oh -- and I should call the cardiologist's office. The phone's need for constant reassurance is going to drive me bugs long before we hit Day 30.

Last night, I just went straight to bed after the evening meal. I took a Yeti cup of chamomile tea with me, and my tablet. I was immediately joined by Firefly and Rook, who stayed with me until I turned out the light about an hour later, so that was pleasant.

It occurs to me that last year, I was able to accomplish miracles on four hours' sleep because I was driven by the energy that's released when the world blows up. That energy has long since dissipated. Now, I'm tired all the time, and frequently confused in my purpose. And there's twice as much to do -- or at least, the same amount to do, but with half the staff. The cats are of course a comfort, but their advice in almost every stressful situation is to take a nap. They're not necessarily wrong, but, then, they don't have to pay bills, or even buy cat food.

Tali is now on my lap, purring, and bumping the keyboard away with her head. I have just repeated the "This is a keyboard; it's how we make cat food" lecture for the umpth time. I'm pretty sure she doesn't believe me.

And off she goes! I've put the kettle on to boil for my second cup of tea.

What's for lunch at your place?