Boring Domestic Stuff

[rolanni]

Mist flowing 'round the tree tops when I got up at 6:30. By the time I was finished the early morning cat chores, the mist was a full-fledged fog. The weatherbeans are calling for near-60(F) today and a chance of thunderstorms. What interesting weather.

Have to figure out a way to keep Hex from eating all the food, all the time. There are three cat bowls, and they're all his, which is tedious, at the least. Also, while I don't mind a big cat, I don't really think he needs to come to his Full Adult Weight within the next two weeks.

Laundry is started; breakfast eated and there's still coffee in the pot. My mission today is to re-vision the last third of Fledgling and get with the writing. The faculty member from whom the major amount of work has flowed this past month is out of town until Wednesday (when she returns, the deluge, I'm afraid...), so I'll take the Duainfey mass market proofs with me to the day-job. I'm looking at this as a golden opportunity to find out how many sex scenes there actually are...

The fog is getting thicker. Mozart is asleep on his box by my knee; Scrabble is curled 'round in the co-pilot's chair in Steve's office, and Hexapuma is...somewhere. Hmmmm....

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[keristor.livejournal.com]

I think that may be Hex's phrase: "UR BREKFAST, I EATED IT"...