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dragonlady7OK I am really not ready for it to be this cold. 45 outside, 55 inside.
It is barely 6 am and I am up. Why? Remi! Digging and digging and digging and digging. At 20 after 5 she was obsessively trying to bury her food bowl. Clank, clank, clank. She went about five feet away and found a sheet of paper to shuff across the floor into her water dish.
After I got out of bed and yelled at her about that (I would've stayed in bed to do the yelling, but I was in bed with Z, so that's rude), she purred at me, and waited 20 minutes. Then she went and started burying Chita's food dish.
I got up and yelled at her again.
She purred at me, then went out to the porch and dug in the litterbox for a full 5 minutes, until I yelled at her without getting out of bed. She came in and sat next to me and purred for a while.
I think I am rewarding her somehow, by paying attention? I suppose if she's got abandonment issues, then any attention is a reward. But how do I get her to stop fucking digging? She makes a mess by putting things into the water dishes, and while I don't care if her stupidity means she goes an hour or two without anything to drink since the water dish is full of shit, but it's really not fair to Chita. So I don't know what to do there. By the time I get out of bed she's stopped and is purring at me. (Otherwise I'd shoot her with the Nerf gun Fi brought for that purpose-- but has she already forgotten what she was even doing by then?)
Rrgh.
Being awake at quarter to six just made me realize all over again that the very expensive mattress I spent most of my savings on last summer is really much too firm for me. I am a side sleeper, at my happiest, but if I curl up on this mattress, the lower hip, whichever hip it is, goes agonizingly into spasm after a little while. I tried to tough it out this morning, since the topper on the mattress is memory foam and that slowly melts to become softer, but since the memory foam is only about two inches thick, and my hips are... uh, the latest measurement is probably forty-nine or so inches... Yeah, futile. Hip spasms and spine gets a permanent kink.
I'm OK if I sleep on my back, but I don't really like sleeping on my back too much, so I sleep on my front, and then I get a kink in my neck. I should probably get a better pillow, that would be better than just flipping out about a mattress I was dumb about.
Blah blah blah. I actually had a really nice day yesterday, but I'm in a rotten mood this morning. (Not really surprising.)
I think I pinched this nerve two weeks ago. It is better, but it still hurts. I am tired of it.
I did have a nice day yesterday, though. I finally finished cleaning up and organizing the living room, which I started working on, um, well, like four years ago, though it's had moments of being organized since then. I just got things put away better. Which was nice. And then I hosted a get-together of some teammates to work on craft projects, which we'd been planning for over a month and had been switched to my house at the last minute. Only two other people showed up, but that was actually pretty much perfect as far as I'm concerned-- I wasn't really up to dealing with everybody.
That's next week.
I am a bit worried at cramming everyone into my house. But not really. These things tend to work out.
Ugh. I was going to say more nice things, but I am too groggy. Too awake to go back to sleep, too groggy to get anything, and I mean anything, even idle boring stuff, done. And it's so bloody cold in here I can't move. So this is not an ideal morning. Bummer, bummer, bummer.
If only I had a cat on my lap maybe I'd be warmer. I have two now, you'd think one of them would be interested in sitting on me. But no.
It is barely 6 am and I am up. Why? Remi! Digging and digging and digging and digging. At 20 after 5 she was obsessively trying to bury her food bowl. Clank, clank, clank. She went about five feet away and found a sheet of paper to shuff across the floor into her water dish.
After I got out of bed and yelled at her about that (I would've stayed in bed to do the yelling, but I was in bed with Z, so that's rude), she purred at me, and waited 20 minutes. Then she went and started burying Chita's food dish.
I got up and yelled at her again.
She purred at me, then went out to the porch and dug in the litterbox for a full 5 minutes, until I yelled at her without getting out of bed. She came in and sat next to me and purred for a while.
I think I am rewarding her somehow, by paying attention? I suppose if she's got abandonment issues, then any attention is a reward. But how do I get her to stop fucking digging? She makes a mess by putting things into the water dishes, and while I don't care if her stupidity means she goes an hour or two without anything to drink since the water dish is full of shit, but it's really not fair to Chita. So I don't know what to do there. By the time I get out of bed she's stopped and is purring at me. (Otherwise I'd shoot her with the Nerf gun Fi brought for that purpose-- but has she already forgotten what she was even doing by then?)
Rrgh.
Being awake at quarter to six just made me realize all over again that the very expensive mattress I spent most of my savings on last summer is really much too firm for me. I am a side sleeper, at my happiest, but if I curl up on this mattress, the lower hip, whichever hip it is, goes agonizingly into spasm after a little while. I tried to tough it out this morning, since the topper on the mattress is memory foam and that slowly melts to become softer, but since the memory foam is only about two inches thick, and my hips are... uh, the latest measurement is probably forty-nine or so inches... Yeah, futile. Hip spasms and spine gets a permanent kink.
I'm OK if I sleep on my back, but I don't really like sleeping on my back too much, so I sleep on my front, and then I get a kink in my neck. I should probably get a better pillow, that would be better than just flipping out about a mattress I was dumb about.
Blah blah blah. I actually had a really nice day yesterday, but I'm in a rotten mood this morning. (Not really surprising.)
I think I pinched this nerve two weeks ago. It is better, but it still hurts. I am tired of it.
I did have a nice day yesterday, though. I finally finished cleaning up and organizing the living room, which I started working on, um, well, like four years ago, though it's had moments of being organized since then. I just got things put away better. Which was nice. And then I hosted a get-together of some teammates to work on craft projects, which we'd been planning for over a month and had been switched to my house at the last minute. Only two other people showed up, but that was actually pretty much perfect as far as I'm concerned-- I wasn't really up to dealing with everybody.
That's next week.
I am a bit worried at cramming everyone into my house. But not really. These things tend to work out.
Ugh. I was going to say more nice things, but I am too groggy. Too awake to go back to sleep, too groggy to get anything, and I mean anything, even idle boring stuff, done. And it's so bloody cold in here I can't move. So this is not an ideal morning. Bummer, bummer, bummer.
If only I had a cat on my lap maybe I'd be warmer. I have two now, you'd think one of them would be interested in sitting on me. But no.
