And she could hear the highway breathing

What went before: I have had a Very Trying Afternoon. I had to yell. And then I had to drop everything and rush. And now I'm exhausted, but at least the fix is in. Or may be in. Apparently, I was supposed to have known something by telepathy, and then understand that the reason none of my questions were being answered was because -- telepathy.

The pest guy dropped by in the Midst of It All, and while I transcribed/expanded/edited the scene I wrote yesterday, I didn't get a chance to do anything new or noteworthy and I'm exhausted, did I say? Also, I want to throw things.

On the plus side, the cat's new stainless steel fountain arrived, and I was able to wash it and set it up. The old gravity waterer is still there, to let the cats know they're in the right place, but I intend to move it the next time it needs to be refilled.

So. It hasn't started raining or snowing or whatever yet, that's tomorrow. Which is another day. Possibly even a better day.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Saturday. Raining; the 'beans say snow is possible, but only to decorate the grass and make driving interesting.

Breakfast was the last of the little potatoes fried with onion and a chopped up meatball. I made a Tactical Error some time back and bought a bag of meatballs, thinking, "But we would always eat spaghetti!" Which we would, but spaghetti for one is just too sad, so the meatballs have kind of been huddling in the back of the freezer, which is Unfair of Me, so I'm going to just add them to Things, until they're gone, and! Lesson learned.

Oh, look, there's snow mixed in the rain now. I hope the 'beans are happy.

On the Fashionista Front, I am today wearing one of Steve's toasty warm Carhartt flannel shirts with the usual jeans-of-many-pockets, and! Silver hoops in my ears. It's been a long, long time since I've worn hoops in my ears.

I am hoping today for ... quiet. Just -- I want to sit in a comfy chair somewhere in this house with a pad of paper and a pen and sketch scenes and throw ideas around, and I really don't think that's too much to ask. *glares at universe*

What are your hopes for the day?

Today's blog title brought to you by The Talking Heads, "And She Was"

Saturday morning cat census, and the Long Back Yard this morning: