I went to my first bonfire of the fall last night and I still smell like smoke. I feel like even after I shower I will still smell like smoke. It isn't the bad, second-hand, cigarette ("death stick" - episode II anyone?) smoke. It is a warm, musty, almost comforting smell. That being said though, I will be glad to be rid of it when the time comes.
Blue Kitty is sitting at my feet right now purring and Honey is sitting contented in her cage nibbling an animal cracker (her favorite treat). I have been gone overnight and they have missed me. I like having social critters. I feel so useful having something depending on me for life, but still being able to take care of itself in a lot of functions. I have never had to change a cat's diaper, but Blue's litter box makes me wonder if the endeavor would be worth trying now and again.
Killing time.
What an odd phrase.
But that is what I am doing.
Today I've been enlisted to help with a move - but I'm waiting on That Man of Mine to get done with his production photo call. A Star Trek Christmas - oh the joys of the stage! It seems like all I have done for the past four years is move. I suppose that is just the way of it.
I do these at work every day.
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