I had such grand plans for today.
I was going to go through the house like a tornado and clean it stem to stern. I was gonna make some stuff sparkle. I was going to kick some grunge fanny....
But I didn't figure on the state I would be in after getting up three... 3, count 'em thu rrr ee, times last night with the
He sleeps in his crate with his hot water bottle just fine. But ... he has to get up to go potty every night. And he's not kidding either. He really goes every time I take him out. He whines this tiny little whimper. And if I don't move fast enough, he clangs on the wire mesh door until I stumble out of bed. I have taken to turning the light on every time, because there are fur hazards lying about on the floor in various places and I really don't want to fall over them, adding to my problems. I carry him outside, check the weather... [foggy misty chilly] wait for the potty business to be over, which is thankfully quick, because like I say, he really means it when he says he has to go.
Ergo, I am less than on top of my game today. I need a nap. I need hot chocolate. I need a hug.
(What you really need is to have your head examined. But that's just my opinion.)
I lowered my expectations with the house blitz and contented myself with a major pick it up and put it away session. This makes me feel somewhat useful and at least the clutter is gone and I can now get a real good look at the dirt so as to clean it up...... tomorrow.
The biggest thing left on my list is to whip up some Butternut squash soup. The squash is all cooked. All I have to do is assemble the rest of it and apply heat. Then I will have virtuous soup to eat all week long.
Though having eaten virtuous soup won't help me much at 2:15 in the morning when Mr. Micro Bladder needs to go outside in the foggy foggy dew now will it???
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Squash soup?
That sounds yucky.
I'm not eating squash soup.
No way.
(That makes two of us kid. Stuff sounds disgusting.)