I am spending my time researching tonight. That’s a nice way of saying I’d rather be
reading than writing. Reading is
something I love doing, but don’ t do nearly as much as someone who likes
writing should. This frequently leads me
to exclaim I doing “product research.”
Today was a long day.
One of rabbit’s, Batik, seemed very ill last night. I stayed awake with her until past four this
morning, finally passing out beside her, head falling sharply onto a lovely
hard bit of shelving wrapped up for the move and stored nearby. After putting her back in her cage, I peeled
up the three hoodies I was using as a blanket, and crawled into bed for three
and a half hours. The vet called; I
scheduled an appointment; meds were; much rejoicing was scheduled for a rain
date.
I still went to work, did as much as I could, and did some
more packing around the house. Needless
to say, when the desire struck me to sit on my ass and rest, I was positively
overwhelmed with it. My current choice
of read, is a vacation guide to Disney.
While not my scene, it’s a hilarious read on getting high, public sex,
and all sorts of shenanigans at the happiest place on earth. Despite the uneven writing, I find it
entertaining enough. Hell, another hour
and I’ll have finished it.
Other than that, packed up the rest of the kitchen. Spice cabinet still needs to go, but that’s
about it. Does anyone else ever think of
Dune when uttering the word, “Spice?”
There’s not a moral to this post. I don’t even think we’re worrying about tthem
or moral
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