Gosh, it's time.

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I simply have to get to things today.  And, I believe I will.  I got the trash out last night, and recycling.  I think I emptied all of the... okay, I missed the one by the computer...  Sue me.  I changed the cat litter, too.

I am a bit frustrated with the cats.  They are both purging like a storm, have been for two weeks now.  Sam goes through these periods, Sassy is just relishing her newly found... pleasure?  I haven't been able to keep on top of it, but as I begin work, I am going to be... fixing that.  I did research recently and it seems not only will canned pumpkin work (a troubling thing due to the size of the can that comes in, the rarity of use, and deciding to throw or store the remnants), but so does squash baby food, if I can get them to eat it.  Much smaller, and resealable, containers make for an easier task for popo.  It's just a matter of finding it.  I need to do a bit of shopping anyway, all good.

I went to bed late and woke very late.  It must have been 14:00 when I finally woke.  I had the alarm set for 10:00, after a 1:30 bedtime, but woke at 9:00, knew 10:00 would not work, shut off the alarm, and just let sleep run it's course.  Trying to force getting up has been an abysmal failure.  So, for a while, I am going to just let sleep take it's natural course.  On the good side I do feel more rested and ready to get to some things.  I will start small, just sorting socks and clean under-things, folding and putting those up.  Oh, but first, a shower.  And, actually, I believe I will start my first load of laundry and set the dishes to soak in a clean scalding dishpan of water.  I don't believe, other than my blogging rounds and post, I am even going to mess around "trying to wake a bit" first.  No, not today.  The engine is up, on the first pull, the carburetor isn't sputtering or choking, I'm not spitting oil out of my tail pipe, and the machine seems geared and working.  Can't waste a good runtime on waiting.  I'll stall.

My friend was going to call today.  Not sure what happened.  If he calls I'll go.  My phone is charged and was close.  Hmm.  If not today, then tomorrow.  It looks like the sun is shining, though it may not have been earlier.  I could be wrong, though, too.  I never have it all absolutely right, ever, even when I happen to be right.  I just do what I can, with what I have, as I suspect things are supposed to be, and... that is that.  There is always tomorrow, until there isn't, but then... when tomorrow doesn't come?  You are all good as to worry from then on.  What of your mess remains is now someone else's mess.  If, too, that means you will be facing what of a mess you made.  So, is it better to continue making a mess or to just make a bigger mess to get to facing the messes you've made?  *laughs*  No, it's... Carry on my wayward son?  Yep.

Oh, I've got something odd going on.  I have two puncture wounds on my inner thigh, about four to five inches down from my groin.  Too big for a cat bite, but looks like one, save that it only has two, not four punctures as would nearly be required for that deep of a bite.  They are deep too, and about an eighth of an inch in diameter or more (the punctures themselves).  I've just been sitting or sleeping lately.  I sleep on my right side with my legs together, so... I have no idea.  A miniature vampire?  No, no problem.  Not bruised, or infected, freshly scabbed over now.  Just... I have zero idea how I could have been so wounded in the last few days.  And you wonder why I seem superstitious at times?  (seem is the operative word there, by the way)  Just... funny.

Good day.