Show us where the bad cat touched you…
Now I remember the other stuff that was eluding me in the wee hours of the morning.
For the past several weeks, Oberon has developed a really peculiar routine whenever I lay down to sleep, and this routine is apparently reserved just for me: after I’ve been laying down for a while, wherever that happens to be, he jumps on one of my legs and starts kneading it relentlessly. If I try to shake him off, he tries to bite down (and doesn’t particularly care if he’s biting a big wad of blanket or my leg) and hold on. It would seem that somebody thinks I’ve got awfully sexy legs, because he certainly seems to be trying to mate with them. Sometimes I get annoyed enough to sit up and remove him, other times he disengages and leaves me alone. When I remove him, there’s a pretty good chance he’ll come back and start again. Before anyone asks, yes, he was neutered when we first took him in (almost exactly two years ago), and no, he doesn’t try to get fresh with Olivia. He harrasses her, sure, but in a nosy brother kind of way. And he doesn’t do this with Evan or my wife.
Face it, I’m irresistible.
In other news, the end-of-the-year favorite-music-podcast-thingie I keep talking about doing is probably going to wind up being a beginning-of-the-year favorite-music-podcast-thingie. I recorded some of my intro pieces a couple of weeks ago before I wound up feeling like chicken fried crap on a full time basis, but I hated how they turned out (iwastalkingwaytoodamnfast), and I haven’t had any kind of voice with which to redo them since I’ve gotten sick. So…probably after the first of the year, I’m afraid.
OK, that’s all. I’m gonna go sit and get molested by my cat again. Bye bye.… Read more
I hate being sick, but being sick in the run-up to Christmas sucks big time. I’ve gotten no shopping done at all. (Being broke has nothing to do with it – when has that ever stopped the average American consumer?) I’ve had days recently where I’ve just been capable of the bare minimum of taking care of the kiddo, and that more than anything makes me feel like a large failburger with a side order of fail fries. I’ve been wanting to write something or create something…and just haven’t had the energy. I’m just kind of running on automatic pilot. It’s hard for me to just sit immobile and rest at the best of times, and nigh-on-impossible with the boy to take care of. He’s also still under the weather, though he’s gradually showing more energy and enthusiasm than I am, so hopefully this means he’s coming out of it. His cough is going away; mine seems to have moved in for the winter. I just want to be out from under the cloud of “blah” and be able to enjoy the holidays – is that so wrong?