||[Feb. 12th, 2016|08:13 pm]
Now that the clouds aren't covering the entire sky all the time I can watch the crescent moon grow fatter each night. When it was cloudy I could only watch my own moon grow fatter each night. I much prefer the sky moon. So does everyone else, I expect. Well, perhaps Portia prefers my moon, as when it grows fatter my lap gets bigger, too, and she can nap on it more comfortably. I don't know if she even notices the sky moon. Cats don't seem to concern themselves with astronomy. They prefer asstronomy. |
So I didn't make it to the stores today, and thus have missed the kitty litter sale four times in a row. I still have three 20 pound containers, so I won't be running out anytime soon, but I do hope I can replenish the supply next time there's a sale. I wish the low price wasn't always on Friday, though. It's much easier to arrange to go on Sunday, and the stores are less crowded then, too.
My sleep schedule was a bit less odd today than it was the previous couple of days, so maybe it will return to something more like normal soon. But one never knows. I've developed a remarkable ability to drop off to sleep without even knowing it, even when I don't feel especially tired, so I might just collapse in a somnolent heap the minute I hit the couch tonight, then wake up at some ungodly hour like four o'clock in the morning. I suppose I should eat something before that happens. I suppose I should cook something before I eat it. I suppose I should wash last night's dishes before I try to cook something, just in case there's a utensil I need among them. Ah, how do I endure so exciting a life at my age?