My people call it “A day off I didn’t have to use vacation time for.”
We don’t celebrate thanksgiving. Mim is at her house. I am at mine. We’ve been chatting back and forth on Facebook, and I’ll probably call her later, but that’s about it. It’s rough when you’re mile away from your family, isn’t it. That’s not a typo. Mim lives quite literally a mile away from me. Well, maybe it’s like a mile and two tenths, and some of that depends on where you have to park.
Kittiboi is working on a short film for his creative writing class (don’t ask) and an essay for his education class. Next semester’s schedule has been sorted out. The end-of-the-month bills have been paid. Health insurance has been purchased for Charlotte the kitten. Vital, because there’s something not right with her, and as she gets older it’s probably going to need a lot of expensive testing to find out the problem. She’s tiny. She’s just short of 3 months old and she only weighs a few ounces over what she weighed at one month. Her brothers are around three pounds and twice her size. She also seems to have some sort of a reflux problem that Pepcid isn’t helping.
I’ve lost another size 6 circular knitting needle. For a while I kept losing the 10s. Now it’s the 6es. I’m trying to finish a wee sweater and I need that 6 for the sleeves, dammit. Part of my plan for the day includes sifting through various boxes of yarn and seeing if they ended up buried somewhere. I refuse to buy more 6es. (If I haven’t found any of them by Monday I’ll ask my boss if she has some she can lend me.)
Additional plans for the day include taking the dog to the dog park (it are his birthday! He is SIX! (perhaps he’s taken all the 6 needles?)), then watching TV while the kittens climb all over me. I’ll probably also attempt to read, if I can manage it without the assistance of the kittens. Owen likes computers and shiny screens. John likes paper. Charlotte likes me.
Kitti can continue to work on his projects. I’ll leave him alone for the duration.