But I'm not in a bad mood
I have a tiny little headache directly behind my left eyebrow. I push on my eyebrow and the pain flares up for a moment. I withdraw the pressure and the throbbing stops for a few moments. Lather, rinse, repeat.
My craft room is in complete disarray. It will remain that way until Friday night, most likely, when I will have enough time to devote to putting away clothes and accessories. Someday my house will be clean and straight again. And not smell like cat pee. :/
It's been three days since I last bit my nails. I've got a few months before being trapped at home after a blizzard makes me so stir crazy that I bite them all off again.
Things were ugly in Memphis last night. My brother's cat was, presumably, hit by a car suffered a brain hemorrhage and died in the driveway shortly after Mom got home. She loved that cat and is devastated. My brother won't talk to anybody because he's hurting so badly right now. The cat was living at Mom's house because brother's wife didn't want brother's cats in their apartment. Stepdad didn't put the cat inside when he saw the cat wandering around in the yard. (No surprise there; he was an indoor-outdoor kitty.) There's a lot of blame and self-blame going around.
I feel a bit like a fraud for having a Pearl for music since I sight-sing for absolute crap and can carry a tune only when I've practiced and practiced and practiced. Last night's choir practice was another exercise in ALTO FAIL. I'm trying not to be demoralized by it, and I will dust myself off and practice, practice, practice. But right now, me = music phony.
My craft room is in complete disarray. It will remain that way until Friday night, most likely, when I will have enough time to devote to putting away clothes and accessories. Someday my house will be clean and straight again. And not smell like cat pee. :/
It's been three days since I last bit my nails. I've got a few months before being trapped at home after a blizzard makes me so stir crazy that I bite them all off again.
Things were ugly in Memphis last night. My brother's cat was, presumably, hit by a car suffered a brain hemorrhage and died in the driveway shortly after Mom got home. She loved that cat and is devastated. My brother won't talk to anybody because he's hurting so badly right now. The cat was living at Mom's house because brother's wife didn't want brother's cats in their apartment. Stepdad didn't put the cat inside when he saw the cat wandering around in the yard. (No surprise there; he was an indoor-outdoor kitty.) There's a lot of blame and self-blame going around.
I feel a bit like a fraud for having a Pearl for music since I sight-sing for absolute crap and can carry a tune only when I've practiced and practiced and practiced. Last night's choir practice was another exercise in ALTO FAIL. I'm trying not to be demoralized by it, and I will dust myself off and practice, practice, practice. But right now, me = music phony.