Oh and I think Mister Kitty has a secret pill pocket in his mouth. I pilled him and spent the next 20 minute or so in the room with him, cleaning. I just went up there again, and there was a pill on the bed. Which hadn't been there the 20 minutes I was in there. And wasn't especially digested. He's got weird superpowers.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jello in slow motion. Seriously hypnotic.
I just put apple crisp in the oven.
I should therefore be cleaning the kitchen, but somehow that isn't happening.
I just got home from work and am now trapped by acat. At least I have an iPhone, but I might just have to nap
I have sent out one round of bills.
I have put new tires on the car.
I have done laundry for the week. I have CLEANED THE GODDAMN TOILET.
This "grownup responsibility" thing is FOR THE BIRDS.
I spent the morning with my mother, where I clipped the dog's nails, swept & mopped the floors, ordered a wheelchair, and scrubbed the cabinets. Then I ran some errands and took a nap and took the dog for a walk.
And now I'm going out to see my BIL play saxophone for an amateur funk band at some warehouse in the Mission. I would rather, frankly, stay home and sleep. Ah, well.
Yummmm, apple crisp. That's sounds delicious! (I've been craving something sweet all day long, but am currently eating crab cakes with aioli sauce instead. I'll have a clementine before bed for my sweet fix.)
I slept late, and then went to the Music Box to see Frankenstein streaming live from London's National Theatre. A bunch of us had a late lunch after at Uncommon Ground. Got in about 4 miles of walking during all of that.
Now I'm crashed out and watching episodes of Craig Ferguson.
I just had crab cakes for dinner! Synchronicity.
I have also been successfully avoiding grown up responsibility all week. I really like when I can do that. Apologies to everyone who cannot.