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Filed in BlogWe clipped the cats’ claws because JR stuck to the carpet. We had to get a small fork lift truck to extract him. He survived, but I’m sure he will run especially amok tonight to make up for it.
He seems to be okay. He sure attacks the carpet a lot and behaves like a normal cat apart from the fact that he is constantly leaking where no cat should leak. At night we cover all soft surfaces in our amazing collection of cardboard and plastic, then hope for the best. Overnight there are usually thuds of an interesting nature and in the morning I find cardboard boxes and other items wantonly tipped on the floor, with guilty-looking mogs lurking everywhere.
Right now he is eyeing the trash bag with the remains of yesterday’s chicken with big wanty eyes so obviously he’s at least partially back to what passes for normal in this critter.
It’s sort of hard of late to motivate myself to do anything which is silly because nothing will get done without my input. I don’t want to live a life of defaults but sometimes it can feel that way. I suspect that the worst problem is that I’m absolutely over my current programming project which is too bad because I should actually finish it. I’m also over all the bug reports. And I’m sure my users are all over the bugs. Programming is not for wusses.
When I walked into Starbuck’s today they wanted to know if I also wanted a scone, because obviously now the wild-haired woman who shows up once in a while and reads small intellectual books just a tad over her head is the wild-haired woman who always eats a scone. But no, I did not want a scone (actually I did) because I have decided that scones are for Sundays now. My pocketbook and my tummy will be grateful, eventually. I paid for the coffee in change, which is actually a great thing to do because if you don’t spend your change you’ll eventually be carrying about ten tons of pennies around with you, and you know there’s always a national shortage of copper pieces.
It took coffee in Starbuck’s, staring into space in a reasonable facsimile of meditation, a walk and a ride to finally get me focused enough to actually work for an hour or two.
I think I need a job, some volunteer work, a class, or a road trip to stir up my sluggish post-New-Year’s juices.
Gee. I wonder which one of those I’ll pick? ;)
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