it’s raining and we know how everything literally SHUTS DOWN in California when it is raining.
Still, I should write…
but I’m working on trying not to fall down whilst attempting Virabhadrasana II. Actually Warrior II isn’t so bad. It’s my creaky, older, achy joints that are the problem. Something else I can try to blame on the rain.
I have (as always) laundry to fold…WARM, fresh out of the dryer laundry to fold before Zelda curls up on it all spreading the glitter that is cat hair ALL OVER IT because all the freshly laundered clothes are so soft and warm and purr-rect for a kitty like her to curl up in. She thinks so.
Hollie is distracting me from writing sending me impossibly adorable pictures and videos of little ballerina girls. I should be writing but I can’t. I just can’t even!
Plus it’s raining and my backyard is literally flooded…
The last 8 months or so, perhaps more, since around Bill’s heart attack I have found myself in a very unlikely, awkward situation. It’s kind of crazy…okay, perhaps a lot crazy. It’s an awkward situation where I am struggling with jealousy.
Yes. Here I confess that I am jealous of a dog…our forever shedding fur ball Betty. Yes, I have considered myself to be in competition with an animal that considers day-old floor cheese an absolute delicacy. Since Buster’s death and Bill’s heart attack, she has become especially needy and needing as much attention as is humanly possible from Bill…and only Bill.
The main conflict is it might seem that she is getting virtually all of the attention…because she literally pushes her way through. It’s amazing how strong 60 pounds of slobbery, shedding fur can be when Bill comes home from work like a conquering hero. Don’t get in her way!
Ignore my warning and you will be mown down as I have been…as Daniel has…Zelda…Abby…anyone else here under The Big Top in Betty’s way.
Yeah, I am suddenly jealous of what appears to be a vixen who willingly slobbers all her attention upon my husband, distracting him as I try to tell him all about my day. I look into her bright, brown eyes and hiss back off bitch!!!
Yesterday was my Saturday and today is my Sunday. Next week my Saturday and my Sunday will likely be days other than Sunday and Monday; but who knows? Such is the life of a nurse, a night shift nurse, Vampire the Night Shift Nurse.
This week, today is my Sunday and yesterday was my Saturday which means that right now I am busy. I am busy resetting my body clock while I catch up on sleep, oh so precious sleep and laundry because there is much laundry to be done right now.
Oh, and sleep, because nightshift nurse problems and cat lady life.