I have now invested large chunks of many days in a row in Paul and Keith’s move, and I’m finding it rather a trial. For me a move is something other people get to show up at for one day. That means you pack everything, etc.
Too much on my plate today – Church, then moving, then cat acquisition, then Katie’s baby shower. It’s the story of my life, nothing for months and then everything piles up in one day. I have met the cat (her name is Autumn) and she is stunningly gorgeous, exceedingly athletic, and very clever. Margot’s gonna wonder what hit her if Autumn meets with Jeff’s approval. She needs to leave where she is because she is one cat surplus to the landpeer’s okay and she really is an outdoor cat, which she can be here, as Miss Margot is an outdoor cat. She shouldn’t be – you know it and I know it – but she is.
2020 says Autumn was male.
I was hoping to get out for a nice dinner tonight but I will probably curl up in a fetal ball and collapse instead.
My hot water bottle perished and voided itself on me this morning. I managed not to get any water on my computer or me, by a special mercy of providence.
The nerve of that guy! Jeff won’t take me to breakfast unless I change out of my pjs. Thank you Jeff for yummy noms.
