Lately, I’ve been tired.
Not just regular “I need a nap” tired, but brain-numbingly tired. So wiped out I’m even having trouble composing bon mots on Twitter, let alone blog posts.
I guess it’s post stress letdown – there’s nothing for me to freak out about at the moment (give me time, I’ll find something), so the adrenaline rush that was keeping me animated is gone and now I’m having trouble staying awake past 5 pm.
Also, I’ve been cat sitting, which has been, well, interesting.
The really aggressive hissing and growling has died down (as have the guilt trips and scooting issues) and everyone has come out from their respective hiding places and resumed begging for food.
I’ve got a kitty gate up across the door to the hallway to keep them apart – friend’s cat gets the living room and the kitchen, my cat gets the bedroom and the bathroom.
Things should be nice and quiet, except that my cat has taken to messing with friend’s cat’s mind.
He badly wants to check her out, but she won’t get near him – except when he’s sitting in the living room near the gate, napping or thinking about whatever it is cats think about.
Then, she’ll sneak up, wait for him to see her and come to the gate, then she’ll hiss and run, leaving the poor guy really confused.
Me: “Stop teasing him! Isn’t it bad enough that he’s afraid of the front door? Don’t make it worse!”
Me: “I don’t care. Knock it off or you’re going to be the daily special at that noodle place around the corner!”
On a completely unrelated note, my next door neighbor now thinks I’m a monster.
Yesterday at work we were in the same set all day (just me and the co-workers, not the neighbor or the cats), which is always nice but uneventful.
Tomorrow, I have to work all night at one of the city’s urban lake things (really a reservoir for rainwater and used condoms). Hopefully it won’t be too cold.