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verbicideIt's so gray out today. I know, I know --it's Seattle, get used to it. But meh. I have an upset stomach. I don't know why. And I feel thick-headed and slow this morning.
Hobbes was particularly clingy this morning. He woke me around 8 and wouldn't stop meowing and nosing me in the face. I'm not sure what he wanted but I think I annoyed him by constantly turning my back on him and retreating further under the covers. He doesn't much care for being ignored, so he sat next to my head and got louder. Ah, but he is not so loud as I am stubborn.
I got up around 9:45 and spent some solid time with him, to make up for it. I'm not sure where his surge of LOVE is coming from. *perplexed* Even now he's sitting to my right, upset that I won't let him sit on my arms as I type. Maybe he's cold? OR: Maybe he knows I just bought my ticket and is already campaigning to make me feel guilty. He's diabolical that way.
I'm considering options to bring him with me. The thought of sedating him and stuffing him into a carrier bag is really upsetting. Ellie and Jeff have taken Chaplin on many flights with them and say it's fine, but eesh. Apparently if the pet is small enough, you can just slide them under the seat in front of you. I don't know if that's changed since 9/11, though.
Planning to go to a writing workshop today, taught by my favorite UW teacher. It's at 4, so I should have plenty of time. I'm annoyed that it's at 4, and not 4:15, because parking at UW goes from $8 to $3 at 4pm. I need time to park and walk to class. Bastards. It is only for an hour and I think they might pro-rate for such a short time. Will have to see.
This is definitely a bollocks-to-the-world-I'm-hiding-under-the-covers sort of day. Except I can't do that because I have to work and then go to the workshop. Bleh.
Hobbes was particularly clingy this morning. He woke me around 8 and wouldn't stop meowing and nosing me in the face. I'm not sure what he wanted but I think I annoyed him by constantly turning my back on him and retreating further under the covers. He doesn't much care for being ignored, so he sat next to my head and got louder. Ah, but he is not so loud as I am stubborn.
I got up around 9:45 and spent some solid time with him, to make up for it. I'm not sure where his surge of LOVE is coming from. *perplexed* Even now he's sitting to my right, upset that I won't let him sit on my arms as I type. Maybe he's cold? OR: Maybe he knows I just bought my ticket and is already campaigning to make me feel guilty. He's diabolical that way.
I'm considering options to bring him with me. The thought of sedating him and stuffing him into a carrier bag is really upsetting. Ellie and Jeff have taken Chaplin on many flights with them and say it's fine, but eesh. Apparently if the pet is small enough, you can just slide them under the seat in front of you. I don't know if that's changed since 9/11, though.
Planning to go to a writing workshop today, taught by my favorite UW teacher. It's at 4, so I should have plenty of time. I'm annoyed that it's at 4, and not 4:15, because parking at UW goes from $8 to $3 at 4pm. I need time to park and walk to class. Bastards. It is only for an hour and I think they might pro-rate for such a short time. Will have to see.
This is definitely a bollocks-to-the-world-I'm-hiding-under-the-covers sort of day. Except I can't do that because I have to work and then go to the workshop. Bleh.
