Possible

The PLAN, and yes there was a plan, was to get the public areas of the House clean when friends came by last evening. I got the kitchen cleaner than it's been for a month, Dylan vacuumed, we did a little sweeping. Then we found out they were celebrating her birthday, and yes we were invited but got missed, so we did go and it was a bunch of wonderful friends and family in their new apartment. I had to call it about 1030 PM, because I'm still very low on energy reserves. Good conversation and company and cookies, what else could I ask for? Well, a clean house, yes, and we did make a little progress.

I of course resisted going out, as I do, but asked Dylan to talk me into it. I rolled my back and hips, which I have also not done for the past month due to feeling dreadful, it does help and it did help, and all is well.

I tried to change the sheets this morning, but was overruled.

"Nope."

"We were here first."




Since it's now an hour to Treat Time® they've given up the bed, so we were able to change sheets. Finally. Zeppo is singing away, insisting that yes, it is Treat Time® and so there. We are trying to ignore them for a little longer.


Ok 40 minutes early. Well, if Eleanor gets herself worked up, at the urging of Zeppo, she eats too fast then horks it up.

"You are here. Give us treats!"

Ok, ok, fine.

When we got home last night they were very nearly starved to death. Poor malnourished kitties.

The Yule trees are still up, and I'm not dealing with them today, they aren't hurting anything. I have to do my BLS this coming week, and I will. And I need to get the car in for an oil change. With the extra day free, this all seems - doable. Not easily, just possible now.