I’m a bit discombobulated today for some reason. Not that there’s any thing to be discombobulated about, I just am. It’s just one of those odd off days where nothing quite fits properly – and when you’re of the Odd persuasion and don’t really fit that well in the first place, those days really aren’t fun.
What passes for normal here continues to pass for normal: I work from home, the Husband’s job is currently stable until the end of next year, the cats are cats. Of course, their fuzzy royal highnesses insist that things are done their way whether it’s useful or convenient or not. They are Cat and must be obeyed, after all.
I’m not sure where the heck the year went. It’s cool enough in the mornings that I need a light sweater and slippers, but pleasant by the middle of the day even though summer seemed like it would be with us for a good long time. And yet, this whole business has been going on for 6 months. I really feel for the poor sods who found themselves without employment because of it, even as part of me wants to make noises about retirement damn it.
After all, there’s another birthday coming up, which will bring the grand total to 53, and yeah, I’m tired. I miss having energy and feeling rested, even though I haven’t really experienced either since I was around 15 and became narcoleptic. And people wonder why I say I’m lazy? (I am. I want to do it once. Right.)
So, chat away, anything is on topic, and I’ll try to drop in and respond reasonably well – although most likely outside work time. Oh, and cat pictures are and will always be relevant.