August 8th, 2010


Having a Ball

It's more dull than not here. The biggest excitement of the day was being awakened after four hours of sleep by Portia hacking up another hairball. That's getting to be a habit. By the time I got the hairball cleaned up I was too awake to go back to sleep. Several hours later the afternoon heat sent me into a stupor, and then I fell asleep. That's getting to be a habit, too.

I dreamed about the beach. The one good thing about falling asleep in the house in the afternoon and dreaming about the beach, instead of going to the beach and falling asleep in the afternoon on the sand, is that the latter would undoubtedly lead to severe sunburn, while the former leads merely to missing dinner at its proper time. Better a late dinner than a severe sunburn, I always say. Well, no, this is actually the first time I've ever said that, but I'll certainly say it in the future, assuming that there is a future. I could, after all, contract some fatal cat disease from cleaning up hairballs and die before another occasion to say it arrives.

But I definitely intend to have my long-delayed dinner before I die. The cat has probably tossed up her hairball quota for the day, so maybe I can eat in peace.

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Bonus linkage in honor of summer's music: Meet the Beetles.