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[dragonlady7]

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I had one moment last night where I saw a news update and got catapulted forcibly into a visceral recollection of how I felt four years ago– I was staying at MM’s house and spent the whole night rolling around in that guest bed with my entire midsection filled with dread that felt like sloshy gravel, so like– I haven’t really read any news stories, I’ve skimmed just enough headlines to recognize approximately what’s up, and I feel very fortunate and privileged that I’m able to just turn my head away at the moment. It worked and I went to bed at 9:30 and fell asleep thinking about dumb Keira/Lambert story beats.

So anyway. Trying to keep on that energy for just now.

This morning we had to take the cat to the vet. I was up sort of early, so I let her go pee in the yard, which she prefers. Then I got up because one of my hips was hurting, but not in the usual way. Like, the hip itself is sort of okay, but I feel sort of like my whole leg and torso are mildly electrified, especially the knee joint on that side? Experience suggests that while it feels more weird than bad, it’s definitely Bad. Like, don’t get old kids, it’s fuckin’ weird.

cut for length for your Tumblr dash, but no warnings or anything.

Anyway I did some yoga about it but it didn’t do much. I was feeling pretty good about the cat not suspecting anything, and had stealthily crept through the house collecting all my necessary items– phone, keys, wallet, jacket– had them collected in my jacket pockets, and was about to put my shoes on. Dude began to put his shoes on, which like, not ideal, she’s gonna twig something’s up because he doesn’t leave the house, but it was cool until he got his boots on and THEN was like OH I SHOULD FIND MY WALLET and went CLOMPING through the house DIRECTLY AT THE CAT who was sitting in the bedroom door and CHASED HER into the bedroom (like many smol cats, she fears booted feet, and runs away, partly because her favorite other sport is to throw herself under sock-clad feet in the dark so she does very much get kicked a lot; cats are great at incorrectly recognizing patterns) so he could get his wallet from the nightstand. (With me hollering “NO I HAVE MINE LEAVE IT” but he doesn’t like that, that’s not his style, he disregarded that.)

So she hid under the bed, which is what she does when chased with boots, and also she had just undeniably seen that Dude was preparing to leave the house, which like, RED FLAG he hasn’t left the house in months.

So we had to heave the king mattress off the bed to retrieve her, hauling her out from between the bed slats with great trauma. I was prepared to just scoop her up, but I could not retrieve her alone from under the bed, and since I also had shoes on and she was now on red alert, no fucking way was she going to creep out of there before like 10am.

On a good note, I also discovered like a hundred pairs of my socks under the bed, which she may have had some hand in but gravity may also have done the trick somehow, I can’t imagine how. So I have to clean out under the bed at some point and then I’ll have a whole lot of new-to-me socks, which will be great because just now I have like eight pairs of socks and have to be real strict on laundry.

I don’t know I’ll get them all out but I’m also grateful that we broke the light fixture in the bedroom ceiling a decade ago and never replaced it, because removing a king-size mattress in great haste in a room too small for it to go anywhere but up would absolutely have rained broken glass down on us again. Best to just. Not have a fixture up there, I think…

I’m two hours later to work than I normally am but I took the mental-health-self-care time to hang out the load of laundry I’d put in before we left for the vet, outdoors, to dry, in the sunshine, since it’s a beautiful day out and I won’t see the sun for the rest of the day. At least my socks can smell of sunshine.

Comments

[minoanmiss]

DUUDE! He WARNED THE KITTY!

[dragonlady7]

YOU CAN'T GIVE AWAY THE GAME TO THE CAT ARGH EXACTLY