chipperToday has been... Really relatively good. (Or at least, even if parts of it have not been, I am going to pretend they don't exist. Hence the listed mood. I really need to focus on good stuff right now, otherwise I think I may implode. By way of example, in my happy little universe, Dubya Does Not Exist. That's the tone we're going for here. Anyone interrupting fantasy-land to intrude with reality shall be summarily beaten about the head with a halibut. *thwappity!* Mmkay?)
Cuddled with the kittens in the morning.
Managed to get out of bed eventually and give them some food. Eventually forced myself to have something to eat, too (which I hadn't, really in, er, about a day? though I did have a glass of milk for dinner last night). Anyways. Had toast with raspberry-lemon curd. And more milk. Mmmm, milk! (God, I feel like Leon, from the nifty French movie Leon. Which they trimmed, and released in the US as The Professional. Although I suppose there is the difference that I don't, you know, kill people for a living. Unless you count the ones whose brains explode after encountering perl that was written on a deadline, instead of at the stately pace I usually use to ensure that things are getting properly commented and thought through...)
Also did a few chores, dealt with some incoming mail. (Bills. *sigh*)
Played with the kittens more.
Was cheered up considerably by nice comments from
larksdream and querida_bonbon, and by phone calls from emmett_the_sane and my older brother. (Who has just gotten engaged! Yow. And apparently he was at WorldCon, hanging with Mary Anne and CTan and that lot; his fiance is from Toronto, so they stayed at her folks' place. It strikes me that, had I know about this, I could've probably finagled a room there myself, thus making it affordable. Clearly I need to talk to my family more often.)I think I even actually have enough willpower built up now to go out and buy fixings for the kittens' birthday dinner. Though I'm putting that off a bit. Planning to call
larksdream in a bit to see how she's doing... Plus it's too hot to go out right now... I'll wait til 6:30 or so, when the icky sun goes away. (Says the boy who still has a rather pink forehead, showing signs of how it recently lost a layer of sunburned skin. :-P )ETA: Almost forgot, til Hoshi reminded me. Hoshi has killed herself four flies today; the fourth one just this moment (hence the reminder). I think they must be attracted to the litterbox smell (which thankfully is only outside; no stink in my living room), and then they find their way in through the cat-door. Or possibly she brings them inside and drops them and they get up again, having not been quite killed the first time. I haven't paid close attention.
In any case, she's been good today about biting them, then dropping them and meowing til I come over to see what's going on, at which point I collect them in a tissue and give her a treat as a reward for killing-and-not-eating them. She seems to have figured out that if she actually eats them (which is gross) she doesn't get a treat. (Fortunately, she seems to find treats tastier than flies). I have smart kitties. *beams with fatherly pride*
