snippets
Yesterday morning, my car’s odometer reached 180,000 miles. I was all giddy and geeked out about it as I started my commute with a mile and a half to go, eyeballing the mileage every three seconds. But right as the odometer hovered halfway between 179,999.9 and 180,000, I hit an Unexplainable Traffic Jam (UTJ). That last tenth of a mile took more than a minute to spiral over. Talk about anti-climatic.
The cats are getting their winter coats, which is always hilarious to me since they are indoor cats. Sunny is already a bit on the chunky side, but now she looks ridiculous lumbering toward me, a pumpkin body with a teeny little head; the exact opposite of a bobblehead. Even Abby is fuzzier and looks like she is putting on some pounds, which is good. We had a very scary week or two with her awhile ago where the only food she would tolerate without puking was plain yogurt and baby food. Also, both cats are in the height of their “changing of the seasons” behavior, when they start traipsing into the bedroom at 4 a.m. to paw at closet doors, jump on our heads, drag stuffed animals up to the room while caterwauling, and generally shrink our sleep levels by 20%. They both need their claws trimmed as well because they sound like a herd of tapdancing elephants tick-tick-ticking their way across the hardwood floor.
I started knitting my Frankenstein Sweater again a few weeks ago, altering the pattern, which was stupid because 1) I didn’t know what I was doing in the first place, so why would I think it was a good idea to stray from the directions? and 2) halfway through one sleeve, I realized I had made a tactical error when I picked up some stitches, because I had sewn the sleeve shut where it attached to the sweater.
A few nights ago, I awoke to a loud thump and the house mildly vibrating. Abby was sleeping next to me and jumped up, startled. I woke Jason, who was annoyed that I woke him and told him I thought maybe it was from the train yard or possibly a near-miss from a giant walking down our street. He amazingly disagreed and was annoyed I had woken him from a dream where he and others were stranded on a raft about to be eaten by sharks. Guess I won’t rescue him when the giant comes back to stomp on our house, then.
I get to eat lunch today in the lab. The LAB. Oh man, I hope I get to wear safety goggles. Although we are eating spaghetti, so in my case, goggles would be extremely practical.
Have a great weekend!
