By a few more seconds each day, the sun is lingering. In the predawn the moonlight comes into my bedroom. It’s a half moon now, still casting shadows but not bright enough by which to do one’s homework.
I do have a little homework this week. James, who is studying at a seminary to be a spiritual counsellor (interfaith), is using me as a guinea pig. He’s posed some questions I get to think and write about for our next conversation. I haven’t sat with them yet. Right now I’m just getting through the work week so I can tend things like that over my 3 day weekend.
Smidge is bored. She’s uninterested in her toys (been there, mom, done that) and has explored the house. She mews a lot now, at me, in the next room, upstairs. She’s a warbler, it turns out, which is cool. Her meow does that rising “brrrrr–owwww?” At first it alarmed me, her sudden vocalizing. But she doesn’t seem sick — sneezes every now and then, but her eyes are fine and she’s eating and her bum is normal so she’s not in heat. I think she just misses the stimulation she got next door with all the activity and other kitties.
She’ll have a companion soon, anyway.
Two nights ago she slept with me all night. I’d had to take Sudafed in the evening so I slept for shit anyway, so her occasional walking on me wasn’t as disturbing as the fact that I couldn’t fall asleep anyway. She did sleep quite a bit next to me. Last night, though, she was too playful, so I put her out of the room and wore earplugs so I wouldn’t hear any protests. She’s fine; she has many cozy places to sleep.
Anyway I slept better for being alone.
I just love her. I smooch her all the time. I can barely sit down for a minute before she’s on my lap, warm and content. I can barely stand up for five minutes before she has leapt onto my shoulder (gaaaahh, time to clip the claws again) and is purring in my ear.
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Thursday is my Friday this week. I came back a little cash-rich from the last two tours (meaning I made more money than what I lost from missing work), so I bought a new camera. It’s just a C@non P0wer$hot, not a high end camera at all, but it’s an upgrade from my old one that finally died, and I love that it’s small. It’s also blue. I have to get a memory card still. Apparently I threw the old one out without removing the memory card. Or if I did, I don’t know where I put it. The joys of middle age. I’m so forgetful and befuddled so much of the time. Maybe the camera is still around here somewhere, but I looked everywhere I could think of. I don’t remember putting it in the trash. Heaven knows where it is.
I am home this weekend, and Dar is coming to visit either Saturday or Sunday. I haven’t seen him in ages. Maybe since Christmas. Taxes also need doing this weekend, which means spreadsheets and some pesky investigation into CD sales and digital download income for the band. Quick and dirty this year is my strategy. We’re awfully late getting around to it. Our accountant needs stuff by mid March.
Anyway it promises to be a clear weekend, though cold. The jet streams have shifted. It will begin to slowly warm up now. Around 40 today, and maybe some stuff coming out of the sky by tonight. I hear that bird in the distance, the one that lazily cries, “Heeeeee did it! Heeeeee did it!” I always forget which one that is. Reminds me of Spring, though.
