You know what? I often thank the gods for my blogging friends, each of you already know that. But this morning, I really am...REALLY. It has been a pissy morning, and i have only been out of bed a little while.
I am hobbling around, literally, my legs aren't working...at least not at the same time. And walking is quite painful, and i am tired, and my eyes are nearly swelled shut this am, why?---well I have no idea...but anyway, I had to deal with a neurotic kitty all night, why?---well I have no idea...but he meowed, sat on my sleeping head, purred as loudly as a diesel truck, rooted around...cryed for his morning treat at four am...(why do animals not know that weekends are not on the same schedule?), he decided that my hair spread out on the pillow was something that should be sifted through with his paws--like he would in the litter box---I held him, he wanted down...I told him to go elsewhere, he cried to lay on my chest....he chewed on my hair....yes, this was all in the short span of six hours of trying to sleep. Then I realized it was hotter than blazes in this house, and low and behold---the breaker/fuse had blown in the ac, so I had to wake H to fix that....so I put CrazyDog out---at four this morning, because she had decided that it was time to play chase the kittys....and then she had to bark her fool head off...I'm sure the neighbors appreciated that, so i let her in....yes, it was one of THOSE kind of nights. So, I gave up on sleeping and got up at six thirty, and then kitty decided to throw up his morning treats all over the sofa table, the floor, the pillow, and my book. Yes, nothing more appealing or appetizing than cat puke at six thirty. Oh, and that was after i got up in the night and stepped in kitty "hair ball" throwup..presumably from the other kitty. Now I LOVE animals, and I really do love these kittys....but you need to remember that they aren't mine. They belong to my daughter...and in her defense, I am the one that insists that they be let out of that bedroom all night, as they have to be locked up all day---no one is home, and I know that CrazyDog will eat them is she is left to her own devices...so i really can blame no one but me....but shit...what a night....what a morning.....
And then I get on this computer, and low and behold, I have the best comments and the best blogs to read, and I laugh, as you guys usually manage to make me do...and I realize that you have saved what could be a really rotten morning, so thank you. Each of you. Really.
So, we went out last night, as I am not one to give in...and truly, I shouldn't have. I didn't feel up to it, and I drank-as usual, but it didn't sit so well, and I just wanted to be home, and we got back by eleven fifteen, and i was so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open, and in tremendous pain...I guess I neglected to say that H and I went on an early morning bike ride yesterday, about a 45 minute one---and I am certain that is part of the pain and exhaustion...but it is so worth it---I have a great time, I love it. The plan for this morning was to go out early again, but there is no way in hell that i can at this time...and later it will be eight hundred and seventy two degrees out, and I cannot handle that...so the bike riding plan is looking bleak. Hopefully, I will be able to do a little bit, if not how will I ever be able to have the stamina to ride next month on vacation? I really, really am trying to get with it, but my body is protesting---alot. I am afraid as long as my job requires me to be so physical, I won't be able to ride like i want....Swell.
I need to get in the shower, and get this day started. I have some cooking to do, and a little cleaning, you know---use the carpet shampoo on the lovely puke spot, i cleaned it up, but I need to shampoo it now---and later, It will be the couch for me, my book and my race. It's at Watkins Glen today--a road course, and I love those. I hope each of you have great Sundays! Later.