Sleeping like a baby
I slept like a baby last night. I was up every two hours. I thought about crying, but it wouldn't have done me a damn bit of good, so I didn't bother. Needless to say, today I am somnambulating.
We did, in fact, go out to run errands yesterday evening; I needed tea, Cheerios, and kitty litter. An odd combination, if not the weirdest I've ever needed. However, since I am picky about my tea and specific about my cat litter, this all required several separate stops -- to World Market, Petco, and Safeway, and then to have breakfast for dinner. It was a long day. I'm hoping to make today shorter.
I did get a late start this morning, though, because when I opened the closet to get my shoes, Selina and a kitten disappeared into it. I tried semi-desperately to get them out -- it amuses me to tell cats firmly to get out of the closet -- then decided just to leave the damn closet open. Of course, shortly after I did that, while I was pouring Cheerios, I had all three pussycat noses in the kitchen, so I ran to close the closet. I am beginning to adjust to the need to count noses before I close the door behind me when I leave the house.
Clearly, my writing is more disjointed than usual, not to mention excessively boring, even to me. Bee good!
We did, in fact, go out to run errands yesterday evening; I needed tea, Cheerios, and kitty litter. An odd combination, if not the weirdest I've ever needed. However, since I am picky about my tea and specific about my cat litter, this all required several separate stops -- to World Market, Petco, and Safeway, and then to have breakfast for dinner. It was a long day. I'm hoping to make today shorter.
I did get a late start this morning, though, because when I opened the closet to get my shoes, Selina and a kitten disappeared into it. I tried semi-desperately to get them out -- it amuses me to tell cats firmly to get out of the closet -- then decided just to leave the damn closet open. Of course, shortly after I did that, while I was pouring Cheerios, I had all three pussycat noses in the kitchen, so I ran to close the closet. I am beginning to adjust to the need to count noses before I close the door behind me when I leave the house.
Clearly, my writing is more disjointed than usual, not to mention excessively boring, even to me. Bee good!