It occurs to me you might be worried. Havey cat is. You have to understand, they’re best buddies, and this is ripping Havey apart. He keeps screaming at me and leading me to Greebo, so I can fix the problem. Sigh.
Greebo is very dehydrated and sick and I don’t know if he’ll survive the night. If he does, I’m taking him in tomorrow morning, and seeing if they can stabilize him and if perhaps the anti hyperthyroid cream on his ear will keep him… well…. a few more months. Probably not many, but every day is a gift.
In the middle of the night he came up to the bed and curled at my legs (not near my face, because then I might notice how sick he is) and slept there till morning. Which means I almost didn’t sleep, afraid to turn and hurt him, and waking now and then to pet him.
The reason there was no Witch’s Daughter yesterday is that I was falling on my face tired. Today there was no promo because…. well, today I have gotten the bedroom in the basement apartment painted and ready for younger son. We still need to deal with shower and bathroom in general. I wasn’t going to paint the bedroom, just do the floor and varnish…. BUT — but.
You see,t he paint in the unpainted areas of this house (mostly the basement and my bedroom is a chalky white on texture. That means it’s mostly dirt and cobwebs. I’m not doing his living room or his dining room, or even the kitchen, but the bedroom was truly horrendous. So, it’s now painted. He’ll be able to move into it Tuesday afternoon. And then he can organize his space and be on his own…. except for the shower, and for helping us do the flooring in the three remaining rooms upstairs. Probably this weekend.
However, after tomorrow, I should be able to resume A writing schedule. I have three ideas on the white board to write up for PJ and three novels needing to be finished. And frankly paint and varnish cost money 😛 Not to mention that Greebo — I hope he lives that long — will probably cost us $500 this month.
Also, frankly I have an open letter to Jared Polis, self assumed tyrant of Colorado on his mask order and what it reveals about that pusillanimous disingenuous and self-admiring maggot burning a hole in my mind. THAT will probably run here tomorrow.
I know he’s admiring himself in his Hugo Boss uniform in his room of mirrors, and I suspect he doesn’t realize that there’ 75% of chance this ends very badly for him. If his fellow self-proclaimed communists manage to get power, they’ll get rid of him, because he’s too stupid and not connected enough to be the new ruling elite. OTOH if it goes badly for them… Well, I hope he has plane available to run off to a banana republic.
Of course, I hope the real Americans win. And I hope we just laugh him out of office. I wouldn’t want any harm to come to him. I want him to live to find out how much we — and everyone around him — consider him a jumped up fool and laugh at him even while we spit, because he’s too vile not to spit after saying his name.
I wouldn’t sully Benedict Arnold’s name by putting Polis’ next to him, Benedict Arnold was a smart and honorable man with a fatal weakness. Jar-RED Polis is a puking mass of weakness, malice and lust for undeserved power in something vaguely resembling a man’s shape. However, it’s possible that future and uninformed citizens of Colorado will link the two names.
Because he’s no Coloradan and no American. His kindred is Castro and Mao and Pol Pot. And while his mask order is a small step in that direction, in the magnitude of how unnecessary it is, and how adversely it affects the state he purports to govern, you can tell it is a step he longs to take, and in his mind he wishes all Coloradans had but one mouth, that he could suffocate us all.
In his heart he knows he was frauded-by-mail into power and that we never wanted him. He spies and schemes for ways to get back at us.
Which proves what a fool he is. Because he has no clue the anger burning in people. And not just those of us whom masks send into respiratory distress.
I bet you he was the kind of bully who cornered weaker kids in the playground. And we’re all paying for the fact none of those kids ever turned on him and popped him one. He might have learned to be human before the left handed him power he thinks is limitless.
But more on that tomorrow. As you can tell right now I’m just in the grip of the red veil, which does not make for good prose.
I’ll go make dinner and tend my cat. And tomorrow afternoon, I’ll write.