Miscellany

Ungh. Very tired. I don't get enough time to just relax at home these days--I get home and it's time to go to bed. So I stay up later taking care of things and get to bed really late.

There's a temp who's been in for Mary for the past month (she's out with shingles) who wants to talk more than you do. You know how that is. I am not social in the morning; in fact, I'm not that social at work, period. Generally I want to be left alone. But he always seems to want to come over and talk about nothing, despite my lack of response, despite the looks and body language I'm directing toward the computer. It's annoying. Men in general, I find, are not very good at picking up unspoken signals.

My mother's birthday is tomorrow. She's a Leo.

I don't look as tan in the sunlight as I do in the shower, dashing my delusions of tandeur.

I really, really need a vacation.

Poor Traumatized Stray

Tatia was very NAUGHTY last night. At rehearsal, I'm told, they let Baby out and Meg, who's allergic to cats if they get too close, meowed at her. Tatia got upset and hissed back. Oh, doodness. My poor traumatized stray. She doesn't like other cats--I suppose I should've warned Duncan but I didn't realize anyone would be impersonating cats. Poor precious traumatized baby. Kisses for the stripey face. She was fine when I got home, as steppy as ever. (Steppy Cat Mode is when I'm trying to read something on the floor and she steps all over it all nonchalantly "Who, me? I'm just stepping over here...and here...and here...just trying to find a place to sit. Don't mind me.")