Tired writer is tired

[rolanni]

What went before ONE: So many kindred Rock Spirits! That's So Cool.

Trooper has had another half can of "in gravy" -- seafood mix, I think -- licked up all the gravy and ate about half the food. Yesterday, I would have sworn he was on Death's door step.

What do I know?

I did clip his claws, so hopefully no more face scratches, though honestly I would prefer not to get smacked by an importunate cat at 6 am at all.

I have placed stickers on the back window of my car, which display my Affiliations. On the left, the Hubble Space Telescope sticker given me by Lauretta Nagel. And on the right, a cat fish sticker -- which is to say a cat that has really lovely koi-like fins and tail.

Funny story about that. I had a tshirt from Balticon 37, where Steve and I were Writer GOHs and Sheila and Omar Rayyan were Artist GOHs. The tshirt was of a catfish -- aka, a cat with a fish tail, and I loved it so much I wore it out. But before that day came, I was wearing it when we went down to Old Orchard Beach one day, and in the course of our Adventuring stopped at the rest area sort-of across from Eartha. And a Small Child saw my shirt and planted himself in front of me and demanded, "What kind of animal is that?" to which I answered, truthfully, "It's a catfish," and passed on. Behind me I could hear his mom -- or at least, the adult woman he was with -- saying to him, "Never mind. She was telling you a joke." I didn't hear if she clued him in to what the joke was, but I kinda hope she did...

What went before TWO:  Getting pounded awake at 6 am is not working out for me long-term. Just got up from a nap. I'm guessing there will be no writing done today.

OTOH, Trooper has eaten two Fancy Feast cans of Whatever in Gravy, and made a start on a third.

Wednesday? I think so. I'm starting to get a little off-footed on what day it is, which is ... annoying. Outside the office windows, it's sunny and cool. Going to be warmer later, but not, yanno, hot.

Breakfast was leftover dhal. Second cup of tea to hand. I have chicken for lunch, and a veggie to be named later.

Yep, up at 6 again. This morning, I got up when Trooper yelled in my ear, figuring he was going to win, anyway, and not wanting us to start the day at odds. He yelled me all the way down the hall to the kitchen, yelled while I mixed his meds into the gravy, and yelled me back to the bathroom, where he was served.

He's now conked out on the copilot's chair and my nerves are starting to settle. Trooper has a very effective yell.

Since I was up, I threw a load of laundry in,to sort of prove that I was relevant, and now I'm waiting for my brain to catch up with being awake, because I have a bunch of /t/h/i/n/k/i/n/g creative labor I need to do today.

break for Rook to throw himself into my lap, snorgle my cheek and pat my hair. "There you go, Mom, NOW you're ready to face the day. An' if that creative labor gives you any cat sand, you send 'em to ME." Thanks, Rookie.

ANYhow, I'll have a shower after I finish my tea, and try to shock the system into wakefulness. And, yanno, there's always more tea.

I have two phone calls that I really need to make, but I haven't been able to scrape together the OOMph to get them done. I'm hoping to make at least one of them today.

I need a secretary, or maybe I mean a keeper.

On that topic, sort of, when I was down in Bath a few weeks ago, I passed one of those, um, retirement communities, and I briefly thought that it might be ... interesting to live in Bath, so I made a note of the place's name and when I got home, I filled out internet form for more information, and, I mean --

snort

I don't want to mock people who are more substantial than I will ever be, but ... let's just say that if I did have an extra five hundred grand laying around to buy a "cottage"? The monthly fees are more than the mortgage payments on this house (which are, yes, low, because Steve insisted we refinance in that bygone day when money was for some reason cheap), but even at the original less cheap rates. And then you have to do the things you do, anyway, like eat, and put gas in the car, and (I think this is not included) pay to keep the lights and the heat turned on.

And, let's face it, I'm not moving out of this house. For one thing, I don't want to move, period. For another, the house is put together to remind us -- and now me -- on any daily walk-through what it is we chose to do with our lives, and how that worked out for us, and there are some days when I really really need that reminder.

Well. My tea is gone, and the laundry needs to be shifted from the washer to the dryer, so I guess it's time to get shakin'.

What's going on with y'all?

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[mirlacca]

YAY Trooper!

And YAY Rookie, too, because there are some days when snorkling is EXACTLY what one needs.

(I had a look at a similar type community here. Ouch. Although this one comes with a guarantee that when they finally suck you dry, they won't throw you out. So there's that. But still...)