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Sometimes I wonder how Mac has lived so long. Then I survive a day like today, and so does he, and the answer is self-evident.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with me but stress. Just, I am stressed the way the very last thread of a cable is stressed when every other thread has snapped and all the weight of the bridge is hanging off that final wire - and then Mac comes along and plucks it. Plucks it and plucks it...
Mostly, I have been doing stressy finance stuffs, on the internet and on the phone. Nothing winds me up tighter than that, except when a small cat keeps leaping onto the desk and knocking important papers off and coming between me and the screen and treading on the phone and and and. Constantly.
Only then I took a break and went downstairs and he came with me (for he is very forgiving) and was startled by his own tail in the kitchen, which cracked me up entirely.
And then I was back up here and he had found an elastic band around a manuscript and was plucking it and plucking it, and I might nearly have skinned him; only then m'web guru sent me all the numbers for the lucky ARC draw [viz, those who signed up for my newsletter before the deadline (which you are now too late for the ARC draw, but by all means still sign up if you'd like the newsletter, forsooth)], so then the boys and I got to play a delightful game together.
Ailuromancy!
There were quite a lot of numbers, so the game had several stages and was complex. It involved leaping in and out of boxes first, and then Mightily Hunting little pellets of paper; and Barry mostly sat and watched, but Mac was most cooperative. So. We have three winners, and fun has been had, and Mac and I have both survived against all odds together.
Aaaand now he's off bullying Baz, and I'm going to have to shout at him. Again.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with me but stress. Just, I am stressed the way the very last thread of a cable is stressed when every other thread has snapped and all the weight of the bridge is hanging off that final wire - and then Mac comes along and plucks it. Plucks it and plucks it...
Mostly, I have been doing stressy finance stuffs, on the internet and on the phone. Nothing winds me up tighter than that, except when a small cat keeps leaping onto the desk and knocking important papers off and coming between me and the screen and treading on the phone and and and. Constantly.
Only then I took a break and went downstairs and he came with me (for he is very forgiving) and was startled by his own tail in the kitchen, which cracked me up entirely.
And then I was back up here and he had found an elastic band around a manuscript and was plucking it and plucking it, and I might nearly have skinned him; only then m'web guru sent me all the numbers for the lucky ARC draw [viz, those who signed up for my newsletter before the deadline (which you are now too late for the ARC draw, but by all means still sign up if you'd like the newsletter, forsooth)], so then the boys and I got to play a delightful game together.
Ailuromancy!
There were quite a lot of numbers, so the game had several stages and was complex. It involved leaping in and out of boxes first, and then Mightily Hunting little pellets of paper; and Barry mostly sat and watched, but Mac was most cooperative. So. We have three winners, and fun has been had, and Mac and I have both survived against all odds together.
Aaaand now he's off bullying Baz, and I'm going to have to shout at him. Again.
