It’s 8:53am. Time to punch into work, so I think I’ll go over to Netflix and pop on a show.
HA!
I’m off today!
Some music, some TV, some cleaning, some stressing over Bellana flying to The Netherlands, some cat stress due to needing to take her to the vet.
I have a full day ahead, he said sarcastically. I think I’ll go get some breakfast.
Note: While I am being all gloaty and stuff today. Rest assured I’ll be paying for it with stress tomorrow. What goes around comes around and all that.
She won’t come over to the bed to hang out with us. I wonder if she knows she’s going to the vet tomorrow. Maybe she can sense it. Worse than the vet though, she’s going in the cat carrier. Oh how she hates that thing.
I feel like I should be posting something as my Tuesday lunch break comes to an end. I can’t come up with anything though. There are a few little things. Today hasn’t been the painful day I was fearing it would be. There have been a couple of annoying things at work, but nothing we can’t handle. Bellana left us yesterday and won’t be back until Summer. We still have Harry around for a few days, but we’re driving him back to school on Sunday and then we’re kidless for a couple of months.
I have avoided using retail therapy to cheer myself up, but junk food is another story. We had ice cream last night. I’ve had a lot of chocolate today. I need to stop this crap and start being more careful. The first weight loss surgery appointment is next week, but it’s only to drop off paperwork. The real first appointment is next month. Sigh.
I am off work tomorrow. That’s nice. I took the day off just in case Bellana ended up needing a ride to the airport. She doesn’t, so I am free. Patches has a vet appointment and I still have to get two Christmas presents for two of my nephews over to my sister’s house. I am trying to stay as Covid safe as humanly possible until Harry is back at school. I think the vet appointment is a curbside thing but I am not sure. I guess I’ll find out tomorrow, huh?
Okay. I guess I came up with something to talk about after all. Time to get back to work. That bug ain’t gonna fix itself.
She’s like a goalie and my keyboard is the goal.
Patches has been my iPhone photography model for 11 years. She’s had enough. I line up a pic, she walks away. I only get them when I’m stealthy-like.
I put the Disney themed cat bed/fort in our bedroom and last night she used it! Or at least this morning she used it. I don’t know if she actually used it last night, but whatever.
I should have gone to bed 20 minutes ago but instead I’m following Patches around trying to get an extreme close-up. She is one moody model, I tells ya.
