- It is now day 4 of gray skies that threaten rain. And sure, we need rain. Except it's not raining. It's just threatening to do so. I resent the sky's empty threats.
- A certain Man-Kitty thought it would be awesome this morning to play the "Hey! Mama's feet are sticking out of the covers! I shall bat at them through the slats in the mission-style footboard, which is super annoying to her but which also means that she can't retaliate! Might I note that he is now in the bed sleeping? Asshole.
- I have many things that I must do on this day, most of which I don't really *want* to do. For example, I really don't *want* to deal with the Dining Room Table of Anxiety, which has piles of conference-paper-writing detritus littering it. But I must, as when one has visitors enter into one's home, it is wrong to make them absorb one's anxiety as it emanates from one's dining room table. Not very welcoming, or so I've heard.
- I suppose I should confess that I'm a wee bit nervous about the Visitor. Mostly I'm nervous in the way that one is before anybody comes to stay at one's house. You know, just the usual, "I'm a shitty hostess and I never really decorated my apartment" shit.
6 years ago