You know you've got one. That old laptop, so old that it's "unusable" by modern standards, but it still works, so you're reluctant to just throw it away. So there it sits, in the back of the closet or up on a high shelf, collecting dust ( Read more... )

This journal is going friends-locked for a while. I'd prefer not to do so, but unfortunately it's necessary in order to keep using this space as my own. I want to be able to talk about my thoughts and feelings without them being distorted out of all resemblance to reality and then used against me, and that is no longer possible in an open forum ( Read more... )

Going to the Y in the early evening is worse than going in the late evening; I had to drive around the lot twice just to find a parking space. I am getting better at putting forth maximum effort when I'm much too warm, though. Not an ability I ever particularly wanted to develop, but what the hell ( Read more... )

Another mouse put in an appearance last night after midnight. LittleGirl, being more bored than hungry, had a fine time chasing it about, with LittleGuy as interested observer and occasional assistant. She eventually lost it, though not before I had to move the air mattress twice and shake out all the covers to make sure it hadn't crawled into ( Read more... )

Last evening's sounds of scrambling about in the kitchen proved to be, not LittleGirl scavenging on the counter as we expected, but LittleGirl catching herself a mouse! Both she and Cat3 have been peering under the appliances and the pantry door with great fascination lately, so I was not entirely surprised. LittleGirl looked extremely pleased ( Read more... )

No Y for me today. But that is not the same as no exercise. We got about 8" of snow -- and not just any snow: the thick, wet kind where the freshly-fallen stuff is as heavy as the cast-off from the snowplow usually is. An hour of shifting that, especially the extra-heavy stuff thanks to the plow, and I consider myself to have worked out ( Read more... )

I was really not in the mood for the Y this evening. Housemate made me go anyway, because she is a good housemate ( Read more... )

Poor LittleGuy. I had to pause while taking the door- and bathmats out of the washer to follow him upstairs. Where I caught him licking, so I carried him back downstairs to put the collar back on him. Whereupon I slipped on the death-trap-slick tile at the foot of the stairs that is normally covered by the doormat Cat3 puked on this morning... ( Read more... )

I awoke this morning to the sound of a cat throwing up. (You know you're a kitty-mom when that sound brings you out of a sound sleep like a rocket going off next to your head.) So I started my day with cleaning Cat3's breakfast off the doormat, and then rounding up some sufficiently-grubby bathmats to balance the washer load. Polite of her to ( Read more... )

The Y was crowded and smotheringly warm again this evening. I do wish that I could get the muscle-relaxing effect of heat without the energy-sapping effect, though ( Read more... )