Friday. Sunny and Cold.
Went to bed at midnight — not something I’ve done for awhile — and therefore slept until 8. Breakfast was cream cheese on an English muffin with cherries. Second cup of tea at hand. Lunch will be … I have spaghetti left over, and so A Plan is born.
Rook and I have had a miscommunication. He was chewing on my jeans, and I slid my finger into his mouth to make him stop — which is how we’ve been handling “don’t chew on that” for months with no problems on either side. This morning, however, instead of opening his mouth, he bore down, and broke the skin, very slightly. It bled freely and I encouraged that, then cleaned and bandaged. It’s quite a small wound, and Rook is very apologetic. I will be keeping an eye on it.
In other news, I need to at least start changing out the cat boxes this morning, while also not screwing up my back again, so that’s change one each day for the next four days. Slow and steady wins the race. Sigh. I also need to fetch in last night’s mail, but it can warm a little before I undertake the hike across the tundra. The glamour. Truly, I don’t know how anyone survives at these heights.
Mostly, today, I’m going to write, with an eye to finishing the first — well. Draft 2.5 — of the story today. I note that the story has wriggled around sufficiently that the working title no longer fits, so I’ll also be looking for a new title,
And that’s it, from the sunny middle of Maine.
What’ve you got going today?
Today’s blog title brought to you by Elvis Costello, “Accidents Will Happen”
Below, a sunny morning in Maine:
Oooh, Rookie! Ouch! I have had a similar experience with one of my kitties who was unhappy about something I did — I still don’t know what it was. So for the day: It was supposed to *stop* raining this morning, and instead it is continuing to pour — discouraging me from errands to a couple locations. Last night I was surprised to see the entire street across from my living room was dark. I didn’t check the website for the power company, but I assume a short outage took place. Lights were back on within an hour or so. I was happy that my side remained functional . . . so far. Meanwhile, I will be sorting a gift replacement. Not an exchange, unfortunately, because the company only accepts returns (with a 15% restocking fee). But since *someone* researched the wrong unit, together we will now proceed to bear the cost of the return while purchasing the chosen version at a lower price.