Eroticize Intelligence.
Sheesh. I didn't really mean to let so much time pass between posts. It's just that I don't always feel like reporting on my day, life or anything else. I know you're supposed to be disciplined and all in regards to journals...I guess I just haven't got it. But I'm okay with that-for me writing(such as it is)in this thing is just a means of pulling a release valve in my brain. I'm an order freak-and I like having everything just so, and this helps.
The cats, after 3 months, have finally settled down into normal cathood. Well, at least around me. They're still wary of strangers, but they're making little cat paw strides. Oscar usually will peek out at some point if there isn't a lot of noise, and then every once in a while Norman will take that cue and maybe come out enough to look at what's going on. Oscar is a big fan of the lovin' so he breaks a little easier. They find many ways of driving me nuts and then sometimes I have to ask them if they're crazy and/or trying to make me crazy, but I'm so happy they're here and that they've relaxed. I really didn't think we were ever gonna have a breakthrough.
And now it's Friday. Is there any better day? Yeah, I know Saturdays are good, but that's kind of a no brainer. To me Fridays are the best because it's relaxation after work, knowing you don't have to get up the next day, which means a long, luxurious wake-up, an unhurried breakfast and a whole day to do with whatever you choose. I guess it's the anticipation of it. Well, that's part of it-now that I live here, it's the pleasure of going home and really being able to lock out the rest of the world, especially if it's been a trying week or day. I love this place so much, and when I get here after work it's like the house is waiting for me, to welcome me in. it's got such a warm and inviting presence. Having the cats waiting at the door for me ain't too bad either even though for them it's more another opportunity to lie about how they're starving to death since they constantly forget that I'm the one who feeds them. I have chore night on Thursdays usually so I know that when I get home Friday night, the dishes are done, the laundry is finished, the garbage is empty and the cats have a clean cat box and all I have to do is feed them and then I can kick back in my pajamas and watch a movie. It's not the hottest nightlife around, but I find it immensely comforting and relaxing.
Tonight is a little different-I still have the anticipation of tomorrow(the lie-in, the breakfast etc.)but with a bonus. I'm getting my Christmas tree tomorrow and if it's not outrageously expensive I'd like to get a taller tree than normal since I have such high ceilings. Tonight I'm going to put my decorations out, which will take a little strategy on my part since the cats get into EVERYTHING. A tree could be a real adventure, but at least I'll have a couple of days to see how they'll react. Sigh.
The cats, after 3 months, have finally settled down into normal cathood. Well, at least around me. They're still wary of strangers, but they're making little cat paw strides. Oscar usually will peek out at some point if there isn't a lot of noise, and then every once in a while Norman will take that cue and maybe come out enough to look at what's going on. Oscar is a big fan of the lovin' so he breaks a little easier. They find many ways of driving me nuts and then sometimes I have to ask them if they're crazy and/or trying to make me crazy, but I'm so happy they're here and that they've relaxed. I really didn't think we were ever gonna have a breakthrough.
And now it's Friday. Is there any better day? Yeah, I know Saturdays are good, but that's kind of a no brainer. To me Fridays are the best because it's relaxation after work, knowing you don't have to get up the next day, which means a long, luxurious wake-up, an unhurried breakfast and a whole day to do with whatever you choose. I guess it's the anticipation of it. Well, that's part of it-now that I live here, it's the pleasure of going home and really being able to lock out the rest of the world, especially if it's been a trying week or day. I love this place so much, and when I get here after work it's like the house is waiting for me, to welcome me in. it's got such a warm and inviting presence. Having the cats waiting at the door for me ain't too bad either even though for them it's more another opportunity to lie about how they're starving to death since they constantly forget that I'm the one who feeds them. I have chore night on Thursdays usually so I know that when I get home Friday night, the dishes are done, the laundry is finished, the garbage is empty and the cats have a clean cat box and all I have to do is feed them and then I can kick back in my pajamas and watch a movie. It's not the hottest nightlife around, but I find it immensely comforting and relaxing.
Tonight is a little different-I still have the anticipation of tomorrow(the lie-in, the breakfast etc.)but with a bonus. I'm getting my Christmas tree tomorrow and if it's not outrageously expensive I'd like to get a taller tree than normal since I have such high ceilings. Tonight I'm going to put my decorations out, which will take a little strategy on my part since the cats get into EVERYTHING. A tree could be a real adventure, but at least I'll have a couple of days to see how they'll react. Sigh.