A late start, of course.

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Late to bed, late to rise, trying to at least keep it in check or I will go head over heals into the nether of confusion. That is not a place I can afford to be right now.

I tinkered, blog checked, news checked, and gamed a bit to wake up. I noticed my home needs work. Little and big things have been piling up. I have not gotten to those things yet, but will do so soon. After the initial wake up process, I hit some more calculus. I did well and then my mind started tripping up. I went a little further and realized further work was futile. A bit more tinkering, then I will have to see to some of the chores I noticed. Who knows, the vacuum might even be used today. I do know I need food. For whatever reason, lately, no matter how much or how little I eat, I am hungry all the time. Really hungry. What normally fills me, or even has been beyond my capacity to eat in the last six months, now serves to simply wet my appetite.

I took the bell off Sassy last night. I figured, now that she comes when called (even when she is in trouble), I no longer need to compromise her opsec for the purpose of locating her. I am not sure, but I also suspect this will allow her to get closer to Sam. Which I am hoping will cause Sam to more quickly surrender to the collective. *evil grins* I enjoy both critters, for their own reasons. I would like to enjoy them as a pair soon. Sassy has surgery the 15th. Though I hate the idea of it, I know I could not take care of a litter of kittens, let alone have them all fixed and immunized, and all. Let alone one to three litters a year! Along with food, litter, and water needs, I would be overrun very quickly. No, she will be fixed even though the notion is repugnant. My responsibility to her, to any future kittens, to my neighbors, and really even to Sam, requires this.

I should get to work. I do not know where to start. Little problems, upkeep, and tending to food needs all creep up. More so since I have been struggling with my schedule. Later.