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Nov. 3rd, 2014 10:58 amSo much rain! it really looked like someone took a big bucket and spilled it on our heads. Fun.
This time I took precautions as soon as I looked out of the window and saw the clouds forming. I have here little sweater and a raincoat. So I can apply my favorite Dress Winter code. (Layers, lots of them.)
Oh. And one common factor I’m sure of that runs like a thread between all my fuckups, without exception – they all occured when I’m all wore down into a Zombie state. Fatigue, complete fatigue. It makes me blind and unable to see even things that are right under my eyes. There is a kind of short circuses between my eyes and the translator in my mind.
Another common factor – not being able to see beyond the Now, the moment. Not being able to make connections and see from A to B to C. Or sometimes leaping right from A to C and missing something in between. *sigh*
Anyhow. Today I feel better. Yesterday I decided to which back – took the 30G in the evening, and the 60g in the morning. For some reason which I do not understand it works better this way. So I will not argue with it. Also, my kitty slept a bit with me – till he begin to bounce around and play soccer ball (with me as the Gate of course, as usual). Then I kicked him out gently.
We took the poor little cat to the vet yesterday – he was very, very unhappy with us, to put it mildly. It’s the fourth time in four weeks, and I bet he remembers every single times – because he no longer cooperates with the Tuna trick. So I came over to the clinic after work to help with him and hold him. And you know, I am always awed that even when he is shaking and terrified, and I’m holding him with my hands in an easily accessible place – he does not even attempt to bite or scratch. He fights , all right, and twists like an eel. (he is also so soft and smooth, so it’s really hard to restrain him). But there is not a slightest bit of aggression in that animal. Even the vet admitted she has never seen the like of him. She adored him.
Oh, and I tried to clean house with G around…is hilarious. He will drop whatever he is doing to come and tassel with the broom, wrap his body around it, throw himself in front of it,splash in the dirt all over – and then stretch his longgggggggg body and smile at me. (I swear, I hear him saying “here, let’s see you now, that’s dirt mine and you aren’t going to take it).
And in a month or so we will have little Yael with us! Our house is becoming rich.
This time I took precautions as soon as I looked out of the window and saw the clouds forming. I have here little sweater and a raincoat. So I can apply my favorite Dress Winter code. (Layers, lots of them.)
Oh. And one common factor I’m sure of that runs like a thread between all my fuckups, without exception – they all occured when I’m all wore down into a Zombie state. Fatigue, complete fatigue. It makes me blind and unable to see even things that are right under my eyes. There is a kind of short circuses between my eyes and the translator in my mind.
Another common factor – not being able to see beyond the Now, the moment. Not being able to make connections and see from A to B to C. Or sometimes leaping right from A to C and missing something in between. *sigh*
Anyhow. Today I feel better. Yesterday I decided to which back – took the 30G in the evening, and the 60g in the morning. For some reason which I do not understand it works better this way. So I will not argue with it. Also, my kitty slept a bit with me – till he begin to bounce around and play soccer ball (with me as the Gate of course, as usual). Then I kicked him out gently.
We took the poor little cat to the vet yesterday – he was very, very unhappy with us, to put it mildly. It’s the fourth time in four weeks, and I bet he remembers every single times – because he no longer cooperates with the Tuna trick. So I came over to the clinic after work to help with him and hold him. And you know, I am always awed that even when he is shaking and terrified, and I’m holding him with my hands in an easily accessible place – he does not even attempt to bite or scratch. He fights , all right, and twists like an eel. (he is also so soft and smooth, so it’s really hard to restrain him). But there is not a slightest bit of aggression in that animal. Even the vet admitted she has never seen the like of him. She adored him.
Oh, and I tried to clean house with G around…is hilarious. He will drop whatever he is doing to come and tassel with the broom, wrap his body around it, throw himself in front of it,splash in the dirt all over – and then stretch his longgggggggg body and smile at me. (I swear, I hear him saying “here, let’s see you now, that’s dirt mine and you aren’t going to take it).
And in a month or so we will have little Yael with us! Our house is becoming rich.
