This is a test. I realized that one of the reasons I don’t blog more is because I want to include pictures, but all my phone pics are impossibly annoying to get off the phone onto my computer, manually resize, and then upload to the site. So since I’ve gotten pretty good at phone-typing, I’m going to try blogging from the WordPress app for a little while. It should both get me to post more AND make my posts more concise.
Anyway. So a month happened. We moved into our adorable convenient house – actually I’m gonna go out and take a pic right now to show it in its springtime glory – there. Half a duplex. Which I love in spite of its faults.
The roof, electrical and handyman work required to bring it out of the 1960s continued for a few weeks after we moved in, greatly traumatizing the cat. I bought him a new cat tree for the bedroom window and he is recovering.
The novel is not proceeding as quickly as I would like, but it is proceeding well. I stalled during the disruptions of the move and other recent stuff but am back on track now.
I drove back to DC for my friend J’s bridal shower, sleeping on my other friend M’s couch. It was a very quick visit for this one purpose and I told almost nobody I was coming. Sorry if you wanted to hang out. I will certainly be back, though 11-12 hours in the car is not something I can do amazingly often. My writing & energy level suffered for a damn week.
But only a week! The amazing thing about getting huge amounts of sleep and not being depressed about my job all the time is that I don’t feel horribly ill 24/7! And while it still takes longer for me to bounce back from energy-intensive stuff, and I’m still pretty low on the strength/stamina scale, and the chronic pain never actually goes away, I feel pretty great. Life is great. The world is great.
And that’s even before I bring up the kittens.
After many delays and as of Wednesday, I’m finally fostering with a local group! These babies are a little over six weeks old and were abandoned in a bag on a church stoop. They’re receiving medicine for the sniffles but are otherwise healthy, if a little undersocialized. One of my jobs is to give them as many mandatory cuddles as possible before they go up for adoption so they’ll be extra-friendly. We’re on Day Three and they’re already basically there.
There’s a fluffy black male, a fluffy gray tabby male, and a shorthaired brown tabby female. Arthur wants to name them Troy, Abed and Annie, so we’ll see if those names are already taken. The black one is so sweet and friendly and cuddly, even at six weeks, that I know he’s going to make a better-than-average pet for someone (NOTMENOTMENOTME I SWEAR). The other two are adorable and sweet, too, but don’t have the same charisma.
Anyway. Arthur’s in a play about AIDS that’s opening tonight, and apparently it’s gotten better since I saw last weekend’s slightly lackluster dress rehearsal, so I’m going to go see it again! With my parents! A good time will be had by all, except I guess the characters who find out they have AIDS. Which is most of them.
Here is one more kitten picture to counteract the AIDS.