Sometimes I wonder why I brought these two cats into my house. I was up at 2, 4, 4.5, 5, 7, 8, 8.5 and I gave up at 9.45. I know, I slept in, but who is going to be coming anyway? Everyone is in isolation. When I got up it was to find half of the items on top of my dresser on the floor, not to mention every pen in the house. The papers on my computer desk were keeping the rest company. There were puncture marks in my arms, legs and a bruise on my jaw from where Tath had punched me by accident while wailing on Thena. He was on top of me, Thena was under the blanket by my feet, where she mistakenly felt safe. What started it all? Thena was curled up in a portion of his space beside me when he decided he would join us in bed. He jumped up on the bed and swatted the blanket, I lifted it in my semi-sleep state and he immediately began swatting at her. Not happening. He is the world’s best pout. He came back after lying on my hip for a while and began to swat at the blanket again. I woke up, lifted the blanket and he slipped under, where he curled up then bit her butt. She retaliated and the games were on. Both cats went missing, but I could hear them discussing the matter in their Siamese lingo in the other rooms. Good news, nothing breakable got destroyed. This means all of my fairy statues, etc are still intact, although one will always walk with a limp after this. By morning they began to settled down. We watched the sun come up… well, sort of. I noticed it rising as I tripped my way back from the washroom. (No, I was not trying to drown cats in the bathtub, but it was becoming an option.) Right now they are cuddled up together in front of the hot air register, sleeping. Sigh. It could be a long weekend, or I could have kitties that don’t get much sleep today.
How are things going other wise? I have begun typing on ‘Rebuilding the Empire of Light’. It took me a long time to get into this part, and I have over 100 written pages to put into the computer file. I keep getting this furry intrusion jumping into my arms. He then gives me this look, “You wouldn’t put down a purring pussycat?” Watch me. Cat, meet floor. I guess last night was payback. I have 5 chapters typed out so far out of 21, and more to write as the story fills in. In the meantime, I am fighting off two more trying to take root in my head. My brain is screaming, “I can only handle so many at one time.” Sigh.
So, after being up for a full hour, I have a spaghetti & meat sauce cooking in the crockpot and I am thinking about what I am going to make for brunch. I will be making pineapple cheesecake this afternoon. It is also time I shook down the kitchen, again.
Being in a poor mood myself at the moment, I am going to write a chapter to take it out on the Elves (Not really), but it is time they got moving, they are finding peace difficult to settle down with after being at war for so many generations. Rather like being in isolation I assume. When you emerge to buy things to put into the refrigerator you find they have changed all the rules of going into the store. By the time you get back home your hands look like prunes from being washed so often, then you wash them again because you were out. Luckily, I not only live in a rural area, but in one of the less infected areas of the country. I want my old life back, but not at the expense of others or myself. This way of living will end at some point and there will be a thousand new books written about isolation during the Coronavirus era. Just not by me.
Well, it is time I got back to work here. So many things to do and I broke it up into 2 days worth of activities on the job list. I also need to make up a new shopping list as I got lost in the areas in the store and didn’t get everything. When the cashier asked, “Did you get everything?” I answered, “Probably not, but I wasn’t getting lost amongst the traffic signs again.” I need tomatoes. Until next week, take care and stay healthy.