Friday Night

Another week come and gone.

I had Monday off so I guess I can't really complain.  But it's the short weeks that seem a little off.  I'm not really sure what day it is when everything starts on Tuesday.  More holidays should be on Friday.

My cat is slowly turning herself into a poodle by licking sections of her own fur off.  We've tried switching her food even the litter to some sensitive fragrance free stuff.  It doesn't seem to be bothering her, she's 100% an indoor cat.  She's done this once before.  Then she let it grow back.  So we'll have to keep watch and see what happens this time.

The weather has turned.  The week starts as winter and seems to end as spring.  But it's February?!?!?
Ah, the double edged sword of global warming.  It's bad, but I hate snow.  So conflicting.  The daffodils should be up soon.  I've seen a whole bunch of geese making their way back North already. 

Waiting for flip flop weather again.

Ugh

Sipping kona coffee this morning.  It was a Valentine's present.  I love coffee.

The past week and a half has been some kind of an epic saga.  A pipe sprung a leak in the hubby's office which needed a call to the plumber.  On a Sunday night.  With emergency rates.  Just.... wow.  Then because it had leaked into the basement, we had to have a water clean up specialist look at it the next morning.  And it being a Monday and therefore a work day, I had to use vacation time to deal with it all.  Even better (/sarcasm times like a bazillion).

Then Tuesday my cell phone died.  A horrible tragic death where it overheats and restarts.  Over and over and over again which has made getting anything off of it even more fun.  Currently using an old spare one while waiting for the replacement to arrive hopefully tomorrow.

And then we had a snowstorm.  And an ice dam on the roof over the kitchen which then leaked into the kitchen.

It feels like everything had to all happen at once.

Cheers to this week being better and hopefully less dramatic.

Not so traditional Christmas

I got a gong for Christmas. An exotic dinner bell which disturbs the felines and seems out of place in my very un-exotic home. My brother’s choice in gifts seems to reflect an even stranger sense of humor as he gets older. Especially considering my latest birthday present: a lucky cat bank.

At least it seems to fit with the rest of the un-traditional theme we had this holiday. It was my first Christmas vacation. No visiting relatives. No cooking dinner. Instead my hubby and I spent a long weekend sitting in hot tubs and sliding down water slides, defying the cold temperature outside the hotel.

Since we’ve returned, it seems like I keep trying to shake off some type of sickness or other. About every couple weeks I’ve been ill. I’m just recovering now from the third and latest struggle with a horrible cold that has been gripping on for a week now. Six weeks to go until Spring. Hopefully the cough doesn’t wait around for warm weather.

Each day I catch a slightly longer glimpse of daylight on my way home from work. A hint of a promise of spring. Soon. The last leg of winter is always the hardest. I need distractions from the monotony of cabin fever and too much television. I need Brunch.

There’s a nice restaurant not far from my house which occasionally offers Sunday Brunch. I like to go early when the tables are filled with the other heathens worshiping at the Church of Brunch. Sipping mimosas and singing praises to the glory of made to order omelets. Hallelujah for french toast! It’s about all the religion I can handle at this moment.

In some sort of strange hiccup of Fate, one of my relatives is now converting to the Catholic Church. I now receive regular invitations to attend mass, visit with a priest, and a whole assortment of other church functions. My explanations of my mostly secular life falling on the enthusiastic convert’s willfully deaf ears.