Why does every day gotta feel like a Monday?

Oh, right. Okay. Tired. Two days in a row of slinging boxes. Urk. And there will be more.

5½ hours between classes today. In fact, I waited around for longer than I got paid. There is a class scheduled in between, but it was cancelled this week. Oh well, got lots done on my silk sleeves. Nothing cures malaise like a break.

The puppycat has a bump on her nose. It's been there for several years, and at least 3 vets have poked & prodded at it, declared it nothing to be concerned about and sent me on my way. It's noticeably bigger, and growing bumps. *sigh* Back to the vet. And this time, I'll be makin' some demands. Poor little boo.

Daisy has many nicknames: thunderpaws, flufflybottom, flopsy-mopsy, Daisy-dolly. But I've finally figured out her codeword: kittyfox. Her tail is ridiculously long, and the other day, she was a little kitty crescent, and her nose was tucked under her tail. And yes, I was completely and utterly hers to command. Kittyfox!

So much to do. Been coasting lately. Gotta stop that.

If you need me I'll be
Out in the sun with the living and breathing
Sometimes life is surreal!
Don't know where my mind is gone,
And so I'm livin' on automatic

*points up* Isn't Pete a good songwriter? (although, it works better with the music)