Today, I did almost nothing.
It was a weird feeling. Mainly, I was procrastinating from writing. I had told myself that I would read the two chapters of a new book over again before sending it to a friend for his opinion. Then, I didn’t want to read it, because it would mean sending it. I’m a little odd that way about risking part of myself to an audience. I know, that sounds kind of hypocritical from someone who writes a blog, but I don’t know most of the people who read this, and no one comments (except the nice person who liked my Maynard G Krebs poem eons ago, and my friend that I didn’t know even read this (waves!)).
Bunny turned 10 last Tuesday. On Wednesday, Roo became very ill, and stayed that way until late Saturday. He had all of the symptoms of a flu, so there wasn’t much to do but get his fever down and keep him comfy. It didn’t help that he became resilient in the afternoon. So many kids wanted to play! But even in arguing with me about leaving the house, he became tired, and usually fell asleep on the sofa while I worked. I managed to get his flu as well, so by Saturday, we were both misshapen lumps in the living room.
Roo lost enough weight due to illness that he worried me until today. His appetite is back to full strength, having consumed two helpings of everything set before him. I’m glad, since his birthday is next week, and his class has a special field trip to the fire station on Monday.
What this means for my writing, costuming, and various other interests is that I’m now way off schedule. Since I make the schedule, I’m not too annoyed by this. Even being behind did not force me to work today. I messed around on the internet, made lists of things I need to get done (the ultimate procrastination device!), and stared at the half-painted walls of my dining room.
Tonight, however, I have accomplished a bit more than today. I wrote a few more paragraphs to my story - it’s growing beyond my first idea, which is nice. I can always rein it back in should it get too messy. I cooked dinner, washed dishes, and managed to exercise after removing 4 dogs from my person.
Our dogs are behaving strangely today. Maybe it is the weather. Matilda (the Australian Shepherd/German Shepherd mix) physically pushed me out of the doorway this morning. I thought she wanted to go for a walk, but it was raining, and she managed to make it half way to the sidewalk before looking up at the sky, then returning to the door. Fergus, our new whippet/neediest animal in the universe, has decided he’s a cat. He slinks into my lap when I’m on the computer, and types with his chin. He’s also decided to speak up for our rabbit’s universal right to come out of its cage by pawing at the cage’s door until it opens. The rabbit is not as enthusiastic about frolicking around the house while a sighthound chases him. Our two poodles have hidden behind various pieces of furniture all day. They normally line up on the back of our sofa, or sleep in their beds.
Before I go, Wil Wheaton twittered the other day about an amazing cellist named Zoe Keating. I thought I’d tell more people about her. I’m definitely hooked. She uses some kind of sampling software to play several parts at the same time. Her music is really impressive, and beautiful.
Here’s a link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJiybW81mXA&feature=related
