Meandering thoughts

I truly believe Gurgles wakes up every morning and thinks, "Holy Crap, I'm still a cat! This is AWESOME!"

Every. Single. Morning.

And then he proceeds to Cat the hell out of his day. I have never seen a feline revel so thoroughly in being what he is. Or be that gravity-resistant. It's remarkable. If only I were that thrilled about waking up to my human-ness each day...

I can't wait for this week to be over. Tired of spending evenings alone while Patrick is off being amazing at one performance or another. The trials of a musician's wife, I tell ya. Oh well. It is pretty cool, and it does pay. But I still miss him.

Confidential to the weather: please stop raining for a couple days. Please. I want to plant these flowers I got, and it would be a mucky mess trying to do that while you're pouring on me. Just two days, that's all I ask. One to dry out, and one to plant. Gracias.

Why do no grocery stores carry bouncy balls for cats anymore? Do no kitties except my Monkey like soft toys they can pick up and carry around in their mouths? Everything is all high tech and lighting up, with the noises and the hooha. All I want are little foam kitty ball toys. Sigh. FINE. I will actually drag myself over to a pet store for them, I suppose. Although I did find several of them under the dresser yesterday, so we're okay for a while until she completely loses those as well. I don't know where they go. It is a mystery.

I think I will look at thrift stores for a brown leather jacket. It is practical, and I don't want to spend too much for it. It'd be nice to have something that covered my entire top half against the bowstring. We'll see what I can find. I'm not sure how easily I'd be able to rotate my shoulder to draw the bow in one, but perhaps. I have a red one, but it's a bit tight across the bust, and I don't have a lot of free shoulder rotation in it. That will not work at all. Hmmm.