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As holiday weekends go, this one was a dud. I just couldn't get interested in doing much of anything after Saturday.
On Saturday I did a lot of embroidering, and rescued the trash can lid from across the street when the can blew over. It was impressively windy and the lid was making a break for New Hampshire. But at least it was warmish while it was windy.
On Sunday I did pretty much nothing except pay the bills and whittle the list of Civilization 5 leaders I haven't won as down to six (Spain, Carthage, Austria, the Maya, the Shoshone, and Venice). And I vacuumed the living room rug and Swiffered most of the bare floors. Everybody's shedding, including me, and there's hair everywhere.
Yesterday I cleaned the litterbox and took the trash out, and did a teeny load of laundry, and called that accomplishing something for the day.
Today Dr. P is coming to get blood out of Lily. Or at least that's the theory, anyway. Last time it was a bit of an ordeal and she got barely enough blood to test. It was easier when Lily was basically a cat skeleton with fur on it, because the vein was right there. But I'd rather not have a cat skeleton with fur on it, all things considered. I'm also slightly less sympathetic than I might be, because Lily decided to wake me up at 2:30 this morning for no discernible reason. Why did I want cats, again? (Because they're cute, that's why. And they don't care how much I get done, or not, on weekends, and they don't care how much weight I put on.)
On Saturday I did a lot of embroidering, and rescued the trash can lid from across the street when the can blew over. It was impressively windy and the lid was making a break for New Hampshire. But at least it was warmish while it was windy.
On Sunday I did pretty much nothing except pay the bills and whittle the list of Civilization 5 leaders I haven't won as down to six (Spain, Carthage, Austria, the Maya, the Shoshone, and Venice). And I vacuumed the living room rug and Swiffered most of the bare floors. Everybody's shedding, including me, and there's hair everywhere.
Yesterday I cleaned the litterbox and took the trash out, and did a teeny load of laundry, and called that accomplishing something for the day.
Today Dr. P is coming to get blood out of Lily. Or at least that's the theory, anyway. Last time it was a bit of an ordeal and she got barely enough blood to test. It was easier when Lily was basically a cat skeleton with fur on it, because the vein was right there. But I'd rather not have a cat skeleton with fur on it, all things considered. I'm also slightly less sympathetic than I might be, because Lily decided to wake me up at 2:30 this morning for no discernible reason. Why did I want cats, again? (Because they're cute, that's why. And they don't care how much I get done, or not, on weekends, and they don't care how much weight I put on.)