I've had one of those weeks where you feel like no matter what you do, how hard you work, it's not going to be enough. And one person fixed it all.
A little scant on cat pictures this week. We've narrowed digestive issues down to biscuits and ears are slowly improving. Yay cats 😶
"Have a good weekend" is a great way to tell someone that you won't be replying to their emails until Monday at the earliest. It's something I often use, but I'm not strict about it.
I've just been told to have a good weekend by two people in one thread. I can take the hint!
Continuing my season of doing things that feel illegal, I went to a gig. Employed to Serve announced a surprise show at Green Door Store and I had to go.
Charlotte wanted to go to the allotment, so Tabitha and I went to a butterfly farm. I love a good butterfly farm, and this one has a couple of frogs.
Poorly Friday. She has something up with her ears and they're super waxy. Vet says it's not mites, which is something at least, but it's still not very pleasant and I hope it blows over soon.
No, I don't need this. No, that doesn't matter; I have tonnes of things I don't need. That sounds like a brag but it's not meant to.
Friday is now vaccinated, so Bill Gates knows exactly where she is and what she's thinking.
Pretty eventful week for a tiny cat. She loves to be the centre of attention, even when she's asleep.
The ratio of prepare-time to eating-time makes cooking a totally unappealing task for me. But it does make me incredibly grateful that Charlotte enjoys it!
Today I'm feeling sorry for myself. That means comfort food (Skittles, crisps, cheese, hot sauce), comfort drinks (vodka, Pepsi Max, apple juice; not as a cocktail), comfort movies (Howl's Moving Castle, Donnie Darko, Chef), comfort activities (sorting my cable pouch, writing my journal, noisy music, OP-1, window shopping).
The problem with feeling sorry for yourself, and knowing what makes you feel better, is that it can become an excuse to over-indulge on a bad mood instead of confronting the reasons for it. That's where my journal comes in handy.
Continuing to settle in nicely. Totally OK with the dog now, so this week we'll be moving on to leaving her for short periods.
I am determined to get used to a Choc setup. It's definitely getting there with this.
TW: Spiders. I mean it, if you don't like spiders, or invasive spider imagery (and I know there's at least one of you Aegir), skip this.
For the last week-and-a-half, I have had a constant crackling in my right ear. You know that sound where you pour milk into a puffed rice cereal? I have been able to hear that sound for over one week. Headphones, background noise; irrelevant. I can hear it above everything.
Last night, I woke up at around 3am because I had a dream, that I had a dream, and woke up with a huge spider's nest in my ear. I may never sleep again. So very many spiders.
I feel like I'm losing my mind. The doctor is obviously not worried because it's taken nearly two weeks to get an appointment but I swear I will never eat Rice Krispies again, and I will kill every spider I ever see.
If this is a new type of tinnitus (yes I Googled my symptoms. Sue me) I don't know what I'm going to do.