I’ve spent a lovely day doing nothing. Today was the first Saturday since September 3rd that I wasn’t on the road – you may recall that on the one off-weekend of the football season, I had a board meeting in Cincinnati, and last weekend (the first post-season Saturday), I drove to Greenville to help a friend move. So I spent most of today lying on my bed watching movies.
Did take a short break from that to go to the grocery store and get some milk and bread, but once I got home and made my sandwich, I took my clothes off and scooted right back to the bed.
I must admit that the day didn’t start all that pleasantly. I got a phone call at about 4:30 this morning. It was a wrong number, but that wasn’t the annoying part. See, when my phone makes unexpected noises, my female cat (Boo) loses her freaking mind and goes into full-scale attack mode against my male cat (Bo). Neither Bo nor I really know how to deal with this, as Boo is simply batshit-crazy during these little feline seizures, so Bo did what his tiny little brain decided was the best thing to do: he ran under the bed. Bad move on his part, as Boo can fit under the bed, too. So, although the phone didn’t wake me up, the screams of a full-blown cat fight going on 18 inches under my head most certainly did.
It is not an enchanting way to wake up.
Should you be wondering why Boo doesn’t do this EVERY time I get a phone call, it’s because the contacts in my phone have been assigned ring tones to which she’s become accustomed. Since the call this morning was not from one of my contacts, it was a new and magical sound to her – which required her to go insane.
I was able to restore peace by giving the two of them their breakfast 90 minutes early. Then I went back to bed, but couldn’t sleep until after I’d watched an episode of The Joy of Painting. The host, Bob Ross, has the most soothing voice imaginable.
I may try to get up early tomorrow and go take some pictures somewhere. Haven’t really done that since Betsy moved, and I miss it.
TWD