Bad Cats

Apparently the cats pried open the door to the cellar and went downstairs even though I tell them every single day that cats are not allowed in the cellar.

Man, what a couple of jerks! Bad kitties! Bad!

2.5 hours left in the work day. To reiterate the sentiment of a blog post from earlier today, I want to go home. Blah!

I Want to Go Home

I want to go home. I’m in the office, 44 miles away. Tonight I want to cook dinner for my beautiful bride and then move some furniture around to make room for a new couch. I got seven hours of sleep last night so I am not terribly tired right now (and it feels weird) so I know I will have the energy to pull it all off. I just wish I were at home so I could just punch out of work and do it all without having the long drive home wedged into the middle of everything. Blah.

Here’s another cat photo that I took this morning before I left for work just because Robin the cat is adorable and she was very willing to pose for the camera today.

Unrelated question… the band Facebook chat left off with hoping we could all get together at some point after the first weekend in January. The first weekend in January is now over. How long should I wait before I start the discussion up again? How soon is too soon? Should I wait three days as if it were a kind of first date thing? Do the same stupid rules apply? I don’t want to sound too eager even though I am SUPER eager to get the band moving again. I want to play. I want to gig. I want, want, want.

Back to Normal

Robin wishes everyone a happy first day back to normal after the chaos that was the holidays.

Of course she can do that because all she has on her agenda today is sleeping and being adorable. The little show off.

Not Today

I wanted to go outside and take some pictures around town with my new 120 film camera. Unfortunately the weather forecast was correct. It’s 23 degrees out and… well… I just don’t wanna. Cold weather is a jerk.

Have a cat instead.