Catty Fantastic

Seven for me, one for Matt. But who are we kidding? I’m gonna read that one, too! Eight books! 🥳 📚🤓

I pulled 10 books off of our shelves that I’ll take to work. Whatever isn’t taken by end of next week will go to my local library.

Mom and I went to her local bookstore while I was visiting and there it was. I’ve never read Zadie Smith — I know! — and I thought, “time to read the book that members of the inaugural Dibley book club did not!”

There’s no point to this post except that it tickled me to finally read it.

Tonight she was:

Late to class

Plopped her mat a mere 4 inches from mine

Dumped all of her shit — shoes, bag, sun hat all around her mat. Yeah, during a few exercises my nose was hovering over her flip flops. NO THANKS!

Of course, when we were SWINGING OUR LEGS AROUND she was always going the opposite of the cue — we were going right, she was going left.

If you ever find yourself in a class in a studio I beg you — BEG YOU — put your stuff in a cubby or if no cubby available then put it off to the side. There is only one way in and out — no one is going to run in mid-class to grab your shit. Seriously.

I done went and did it. Got approval to take every Friday in August off. Four days total but since I accrue two a month will only eat 16 hours.

Fridays tend to be slow. August is sloooooooow and there aren’t any paid holidays.

Only bummer is that Labor Day is later than usual as last day of August is a Monday, so not ending on a 4-day weekend.

My manager called me at 6:30 last night — crisis requiring immediate help. Second time in a week that I’ve had to log onto work laptop after hours. It was easily handled — turns out they didn’t need my help — but fuck, dude. Interrupted my post-spin high.

Not sure if it’s the dehumidifier running in our master bath or what but Marple keeps waking me up at night. Sometimes she settles down and snuggles with us a bit. Last night she didn’t poop at her bedtime potty, so when she woke me up the first time I got out of bed and got dressed to take her out. Nope, she just wanted on the bed. Ok. Got undressed and back in bed. She woke me up again about an hour later. So I got dressed, grabbed my phone and headed to couch — sometimes it takes her a minute and I didn’t want to wake Matt chivvying Marple out of room. She finally toddled out — at 1:55 am. Dude. Took her outside and she took 20 minutes to do absofuckinglutely nothing. Jesus, dude.

Ass is dragging today. Slept in as late as I could without making myself late for work. Contemplated working from home but I’m too much of a rule-follower. So here I sit.

I am resolved now to ask for every Friday off in August. This constant state of pants-on-fire at work is demoralizing.

Remember how much group projects in school sucked major donkey balls? Yeah, that. Is it my Gen Xness? Is it my “I don’t need your help, thanks” only-then-eldest childness? Whatever it is, get the entire fuck off my lawn.

Friday was a holiday for us but as I work from home on Fridays it didn’t really *feel* like a day off. Just less attention to email? Regardless, I’m leaning harder into my idea of Summer Fridays. There are no holidays in August so I think I might see if I can take every Friday off. I accrue 16 hours of vacation a month so if I take 4 Fridays off I’m only losing 16 hours from bank.

Our 4th was pretty quiet. We were lazy, played Pathfinder and watched “Project Hail Mary.” a perfectly perfect day. Until sundown and then the fuckery began. VERY LOUD bangs setting off car alarms up and down our street. Assholes. Pretty sure we’ll be in for similar tonight.

Hot dogs and coleslaw. Got A&H Kosher hot dogs — delicious! And made the Bon Appetite creamy coleslaw, with lime and cilantro, and had the (brilliant!) idea to add sweet corn to it. Sofa king good! We finished it off tonight.

If you’re looking for a book to read, I recommend “Sweetness in the Skin,” by Ishi Robinson.

Appointment with oral surgeon this coming Friday. Please let this be the last one.

My birthday is a week from today!

Playing Pathfinder!