When you wake up int he morning and the eye of sauron isn’t moving.
Wait, I’m not telling it right. This is the eye of sauron:
Okay, Dan calls them death stars, but since there are two and in this house they reside in a bathroom closet, a friend nicknamed them the eyes of Sauron.
Anyway, the left one wasn’t moving. which meant I’d forgotten to empty the poop drawer, which must be done once a week. (I think it had been almost two.)
The problem of getting the cats used to a self-cleaning box (I had to, because I tend to forget things when writing) is that you can’t let it get dirty or they get bad.
So I emptied the drawer — they have two, but they use the left one almost exclusively — then the other drawer, then stumbled downstairs to put the bag in the trash…. which was not in the garage.
Which is when I remembered that today is trash day and that since it was full, Dan had put it on the curb last night.
Picture me in my pink fuzzy bunny slippers, and the nightgown (I could have come back for the robe, but didn’t feel like it at that point) which is perfectly modest, but IS a nightgown, stumbling around the curving driveway to the trash, grumbling and cussing in seven languages. To make things worse it was Quite brisk this morning.
I knew right then and there how the day was going to be. and I was craving doughnuts and feeling a wee-bit insane.
Yeah, that’s exactly the way the day has been. This is the first time I’ve been near the keyboard all day.
It’s mostly good things, in terms of getting the final things done in this house so we can unpack. (The other one is still in limbo, as we’ll HAVE to have things done, but how and when we don’t know.) but I’ve been been running ahead of the crisis all day.
I didn’t forget you, though. And now I got to sit down, this is your update.
Real post tomorrow.