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Dec. 21st, 2008 09:35 amI'm a bit annoyed about today's rare meteorological phenomenon. Tonight is my team roller derby practice-- all day Sunday is individual team practices, starting at 8 am. The weather reports are dire and say things like DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE, yet it is not so bad this morning, so I think there is a good possibility that the teams with early morning practices will have been able to do theirs. But it's only supposed to get worse today, so my team probably won't be able to skate.
This makes me sad for two reasons, one selfish. 1) (non-selfish) we only have two practices left before our first bout, which is a rematch of last season's championship game-- rivalry! pressure!-- and our team has a number of new girls who have never bouted before and need all the reassurance and practice they can get. and 2) (selfish) I am all over sore muscles and a really good hard skate, even if there's also a lot of hitting and bruising, does wonders toward breaking up the lactic acid and flooding me with endorphins. If I don't skate tonight I'm probably going to feel like poop until Tuesday.
But the most keenly-felt little annoyance is, for me, the fact that this morning, when I woke, Chita was sleeping by my knees, and when she saw I had awoken, she came and snuggled by my face, purring and purring and letting me pet her. And I was really, really happy, because I don't get a whole lot of snuggle-time with my moody Chita nowadays. So I was dozing, and petting my kitty, and she was purring, and everything was lovely.
And then the big roll of thunder came-- in my doze, I thought it a very rumbly bass chord on a huge church pipe organ, though I woke quickly enough to figure out that wasn't it-- and Chita woke with a start, glared fiercely at the window, and slunk away to hide under the bed.
No more kitty for me this morning. :( She is sitting hunched at the far end of the couch, looking mistrustful.
I am going to have to shovel soon, I think. Bah, I am so sore.
At least I had the forethought, last night, to follow up the piparkukas dough making with a big batch of butterscotch cookie dough (that's what the recipe calls them; really they're just the roll-out kind of sugar cookie), so both batches are chilling in the fridge and today can be a Cookiegasm. It's nearly 10 am and no one else is stirring, but I think it's late enough that I can begin clearing off surfaces in the kitchen without anyone thinking me some wake-up-early-on-Sunday Nazi.
Ooh maybe I'll make breakfast...
This makes me sad for two reasons, one selfish. 1) (non-selfish) we only have two practices left before our first bout, which is a rematch of last season's championship game-- rivalry! pressure!-- and our team has a number of new girls who have never bouted before and need all the reassurance and practice they can get. and 2) (selfish) I am all over sore muscles and a really good hard skate, even if there's also a lot of hitting and bruising, does wonders toward breaking up the lactic acid and flooding me with endorphins. If I don't skate tonight I'm probably going to feel like poop until Tuesday.
But the most keenly-felt little annoyance is, for me, the fact that this morning, when I woke, Chita was sleeping by my knees, and when she saw I had awoken, she came and snuggled by my face, purring and purring and letting me pet her. And I was really, really happy, because I don't get a whole lot of snuggle-time with my moody Chita nowadays. So I was dozing, and petting my kitty, and she was purring, and everything was lovely.
And then the big roll of thunder came-- in my doze, I thought it a very rumbly bass chord on a huge church pipe organ, though I woke quickly enough to figure out that wasn't it-- and Chita woke with a start, glared fiercely at the window, and slunk away to hide under the bed.
No more kitty for me this morning. :( She is sitting hunched at the far end of the couch, looking mistrustful.
I am going to have to shovel soon, I think. Bah, I am so sore.
At least I had the forethought, last night, to follow up the piparkukas dough making with a big batch of butterscotch cookie dough (that's what the recipe calls them; really they're just the roll-out kind of sugar cookie), so both batches are chilling in the fridge and today can be a Cookiegasm. It's nearly 10 am and no one else is stirring, but I think it's late enough that I can begin clearing off surfaces in the kitchen without anyone thinking me some wake-up-early-on-Sunday Nazi.
Ooh maybe I'll make breakfast...
