An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

[rolanni]

What went before: OK, then. I'm shutting down the internet for the rest of the day, good people. I am quite apparently at the end of my rope.

Also, yes, there are typos in all of our books. As there are no perfect humans, there are no perfect books. We do our best.

Everybody have a good rest of the day. Feel free to hang out. Drinks are in the fridge; snacks in the cabinet over the sink.

Sunday. Cloudy and -- I'm not sure what it's doing out there. Precipitating. Looks thick -- ah, there we are. The garage roof tells the tale -- sleet, snow, and rain. What fun.

Breakfast was PB&J on an English muffin. Finishing up my first mug of tea. Lunch can go hang itself. Oh, wait. Mac 'n cheese with a meatball cut up in it. A little light on veggies, but if we're in Rebellion against the Tyranny of Food, any food counts.

Towels are washing. I need to change the tablecloth today. Otherwise, I have another scene to hand-draft, and I need to at least look at the ASL homework. In and around one's duty to the cats, of course.

I did draft a substantial scene yesterday, which I'm very pleased with. Also Had A Notion, and Made A Note. Will consider that further today.

Other than that, yesterday was . . . not very pleasant. It's lowering to realize that, at -- counts on fingers -- 72, I'm still so inept at people. You'd think I'd've learned something. Well -- scary thought -- I probably did learn something. Just not enough. And of course I no longer have an Emotional Support Steve, and while the cats do their best, cats are, umm. Yeah. "Rend" and "nap" are good coping mechanisms, honestly. But there's a vast middle ground that "run" doesn't completely address.

Speaking of cats, Trooper has two days in a row refused to eat the gravy with meds in it. He's still eating food, except when he forgets where the food bowls are, and last night, for the first time in a long time, he engaged with the red dot, and chased it all over the living room until he he lost interest, or energy, and let the kids have at it. He sleeps a lot (yes, yes; he's a cat, but still), and yells at me at lot when he's awake, but I don't know why. I don't think he's in pain (ref "cat"), but nothing I do, or don't do, seems to be It. So, that continues to be worrisome, and I'll be having a chat with the vet this week.

The book club is going to start up again in mid-May, now that people are coming back from overwintering in the warm worlds. Our first book is The Savage Noble Death of Babs Dionne, by Ron Currie, and I've gotten that onto my tablet to read.

I finished The Dangerous Duke last night, and started Check and Mate; ...Babs Dionne and The Mysterious Marquis are on deck.

And I think that's it from the Cat Farm this morning.

What's everybody doing today?

Today's blog title brought to you by Ms Joan Jett, "Bad Reputation" -- the referenced video is also a history lesson, for those who are interested in the creative process, thinking outside the box, and believing in yourself.

Comments

[mirlacca]

Thinking good thoughts for Trooper!

I was wondering if maybe trying to translate (if that's the word?) your upcoming Speech into ASL might be a way to practice? I have no idea, but it was a thought.