sometimes, it seems time moves slower. this weekend feels like it has been about eight days long. that’s a good thing, but i am sitting here wondering why the perspective is so different. i think it must be because i’ve done a lot more than i’m used to doing and perhaps my mind interprets that as requiring more time. or something. er, i just woke up (less than three minutes ago) so there’s no telling what’s going to be landing on the page. heh.
my silly cats. they are fascinated by the water swirling in the toilet. let them hear a flush and they are both galloping full speed to stand and look in with wonderment as it sweeps away and down the pipe. (obviously, there’s been a break between the last paragraph and this one.)
yesterday was a bit less hectic. movie day, naps, a good dinner, and one another’s company. she and i talk about men a lot. i don’t suppose i’m the best one to give advice other than to tell her my stories as demonstrations of what NOT to do.
she’s played a bit of age of conana (got her character to level 6) and she loves the game, but she says she will not buy or play it. “I cannot afford the time.” wise kid. heh. i dunno though, i think the gaming geek in her has been awakened. i suppose we’ll see.
not much else to report really… i’m half-awake, un-coffeed, and my stomach is protesting last night’s ultra rich dinner. i have not eaten that well in years and it seems my body doesn’t know what to do but rebel for it. sigh. kentucky bourbon basted ribeye steak with fresh garlic potatoes and baby green beans. it was heavenly delicious, but i’m paying for it today. and all of last night. sigh.
let’s see… what else… oh, my house/room mate is out for a week. off to vacation and the beaches of south carolina. so i’ll have the place to myself.
leighla catches her flight at 2:10, we’ll head out for the airport at 11:30, since it takes stupid amounts of time to get into the airport these days. for now, she’s sleeping behind me and i’m remembering what it was like when she was ‘at home’. well, when i had a ‘home’ for her to be at.
i’m so proud of her. and so relieved she doesn’t have to rely on me. and so ashamed that if she did, i’d be letting her down. but only for a second; only before remembering you can’t be ashamed for something that doesn’t exist.
random thoughts, this. sorry. well. kinda.
full moon howl is coming. i can feel it. not quite. but closing in. meh. back to bed for now, i suppose. snuggle in and remember baby powder and being needed. as odd as it may sound, i miss feeling needed.