But I haven't been sleeping very well for a while now and just can't seem to break the Up At The Crack Of Still Dark habit that permeates my school year. Granted I woke up to the sight of two furry feline faces inches from mine own and the distinct feeling that I should be feeding someone sometime soon, but still...it was kind of nice to make it past the 5:00 mark.
Things sort of fell apart from there. I got all dressed up in my workout gear, but never really worked up the will to face the mean Wii Fit lady. I'm certain that the whole system is just lying in wait for me to come back. Wii Fit is going to torture me for this. I just couldn't do it today for some reason.
Even though I didn't work out, I still managed to stumble out the door much later than I'd planned and arrived at the grocery store just in time for shelf stocking and tourist shopping. It was a madhouse in there. I didn't get much of anything I needed because I was so focused on escaping with my sanity and clean arrest record intact. This will require my returning tomorrow and fighting my way through the weekend crowd.
Things took an upturn when I suddenly discovered the tank for the carpet cleaner. It was right there with the machine. I don't know how I missed it, but was pleased to know I could now shampoo the carpets like I said I was going to do last summer.
Then I realized that all this meant I had to shampoo the carpets and that sort of took the giddy out of me...
As I was doggedly pushing the contraption across the carpets and marveling at how black water can become when it has been forced through a dirty carpet, I suddenly realized that I was not alone. Yes, the dudes on the ladders were back. This time it was the siding dude and the window dude, both with power tools and no fears around using them. I live on the second floor. I do not plan for people being at eye level. Until we live in that brave, bright future where we all have our own jet packs, I feel that I should be able to safely assume that there will be no one outside my windows.
I'd like to blame the ladder lads for The Great Scarf Screw Up, but I can't. I dropped a stitch and failed to notice it. That wasn't their fault. It is also not their fault that I detected a vast amount of white fuzziness on my navy blue polo shirt. The yarn was shedding wicked bad and this is not such a great thing for people who tend to wear dark winter jackets. Most everyone I know wears a dark winter jacket, including myself. It probably wasn't worth finding that missing stitch. I ripped back, re-wound the yarn and looked for something more suitable. I tried, but couldn't find the loophole that would make this the responsibility of the people lurking outside my windows.
It all came to a head when I heard a strange sound from the kitchen. Since the window people were on the other side of the building, I knew they hadn't migrated. I went to investigate.
I found the Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty proudly sitting on the counter and pawing at the cutlery drawer he'd just opened. (that would be the drawer with the very, very sharp knives in it that should never, ever be touched by cats and which I have declared off limits in no uncertain terms. Several times.) On the kitchen floor was the Very Complicated Kitty. He was gazing up at his brother in wide-eyed wonder and clearly communicating something along the lines of, "Ohhh...so that's how you do it. And may I say that you are truly a gentleman and a scholar, my fine sir. An educator worthy of the hallowed halls of Harvard!"
I cleared my throat and everyone scattered, but I don't believe for one minute that this is the end of it. The AGK has taken it upon himself to teach his baby brother the ropes. This does not bode well for me.
|I can haz intern? Yippee!!!|
Doesn't bode well at all...