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Dec. 24th, 2013 07:41 am( Gaeilge )
I feel weirdly awake this morning, despite getting woken up at fuck o'clock in the morning not once but TWICE, once by the boyfriend to tell me he was going grocery shopping (really? you couldn't leave a note? grump) and once by the guest cat meowing. You know how people who are parents tend to be instinctively awoken by their young child crying? Apparently I do the same for cats. Go figure. Or at least, cats that I don't know are just rocketing up and down the hall or stairs yowling their heads off because that's what Murdock and Mikey do. Lunatics, both of them.
The guest cat has eaten! The guest cat has pooped in the litter box! The guest cat has also peed twice on a blanket, but the blanket was very washable so it's now in the wash getting de-peed, so, eh. The cat has not swiped at anyone again, nor come out of its various hiding places. Which is fine, we just need to keep it in there for the next several days and then after it's snipped, turn it loose. Well, after we've made sure the sutures are all okay. And if it's not coming out to be petted, I don't have to bathe up to the elbows in hand sanitizer every time I'm done petting it and want to pet my own cats.
Bleh. Last day of work before Christmas day, no work tomorrow, then work the next two days. This is going to mess with my head. Still writing today, still need to get my head back into the writing game. Still leather working.
I got my boots last night! I got a size 7, walked around in them, they fit pretty well. Definitely stiff, as with leather, and need to be worked in, but if these really do last for umpteen years then I am set for life. Or at least for a very long time, they're exactly the kind of boots I would wear a lot. As in, every day for months on end. Sneakers are all well and good, but I find myself consistently going back to boots, and, well. A good pair of basic black combat style boots suits me right down to the ground.
Right. Work. Let's see if I can get through this last day before I have to come home, make shittons of mashed potatoes, and stay up after the boy's gone back to work wrapping presents and doing other last minute Christmas things. Stuffing his stocking. Etc. One more sleep till Christmas! I wish I knew where my Light the lamp not the rat icon went to.
I feel weirdly awake this morning, despite getting woken up at fuck o'clock in the morning not once but TWICE, once by the boyfriend to tell me he was going grocery shopping (really? you couldn't leave a note? grump) and once by the guest cat meowing. You know how people who are parents tend to be instinctively awoken by their young child crying? Apparently I do the same for cats. Go figure. Or at least, cats that I don't know are just rocketing up and down the hall or stairs yowling their heads off because that's what Murdock and Mikey do. Lunatics, both of them.
The guest cat has eaten! The guest cat has pooped in the litter box! The guest cat has also peed twice on a blanket, but the blanket was very washable so it's now in the wash getting de-peed, so, eh. The cat has not swiped at anyone again, nor come out of its various hiding places. Which is fine, we just need to keep it in there for the next several days and then after it's snipped, turn it loose. Well, after we've made sure the sutures are all okay. And if it's not coming out to be petted, I don't have to bathe up to the elbows in hand sanitizer every time I'm done petting it and want to pet my own cats.
Bleh. Last day of work before Christmas day, no work tomorrow, then work the next two days. This is going to mess with my head. Still writing today, still need to get my head back into the writing game. Still leather working.
I got my boots last night! I got a size 7, walked around in them, they fit pretty well. Definitely stiff, as with leather, and need to be worked in, but if these really do last for umpteen years then I am set for life. Or at least for a very long time, they're exactly the kind of boots I would wear a lot. As in, every day for months on end. Sneakers are all well and good, but I find myself consistently going back to boots, and, well. A good pair of basic black combat style boots suits me right down to the ground.
Right. Work. Let's see if I can get through this last day before I have to come home, make shittons of mashed potatoes, and stay up after the boy's gone back to work wrapping presents and doing other last minute Christmas things. Stuffing his stocking. Etc. One more sleep till Christmas! I wish I knew where my Light the lamp not the rat icon went to.