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Because reasons
Oct. 12th, 2012 02:27 pmI just totally failed to take a comprehensible photo of Barry sucking his thumb in his sleep, because black cat and no photography skills, but even so. I swear to you, O internets. Fast asleep on my desk here, his paw in his mouth and little sucky noises. In between the snorings.
Last night, I watched a man make a giant enormous sossidge and tie it up with string, because salami.The boys have been telling me I have been saying for a long time now that I want to learn to charcute to salume to cure meats. Jeremy has been promising to teach me. Now I need to pester him, I think. Or just blunder about on my own, that's another option. I could buy a book? (I do have a book, yes, at least one and very possibly several, but they would still be the wrong side of the Atlantic. And now I have a bookshop. I had fun in Omnivore, spotting how many of their titles-for-sale I actually already have. I could open a bloody bookshop, actually. When my books get here.)
It's been grey for two days now, here in Sunnyvale. Because fall, I suppose - but I disapprove this weather. I want my sun again. I want to be warm. We were warm last night because duvet, and so the cats came to seek us out and sit on us because duvet, and so we're kind of short on sleep because cats. I declared long ago that it is impossible to sleep with a happy kitten, and Boddington was a little scrap of a fluffy ale-coloured thing (hence name, because beer: Boddington's Best Bitter was what we drank back then, before they put it in a keg and made it meaningless*). Barry is ... not so little. Barry is oof. Lying beneath Barry, one needs to be a plinth. Someday his plinth will come, but in the meantime he has me. Wakeful, because oof.
*John Gielgud was once reviewed as having "the most meaningless legs imaginable." This is kind of how I feel about nitrokegged filtered pasteurised beer.
Last night, I watched a man make a giant enormous sossidge and tie it up with string, because salami.
It's been grey for two days now, here in Sunnyvale. Because fall, I suppose - but I disapprove this weather. I want my sun again. I want to be warm. We were warm last night because duvet, and so the cats came to seek us out and sit on us because duvet, and so we're kind of short on sleep because cats. I declared long ago that it is impossible to sleep with a happy kitten, and Boddington was a little scrap of a fluffy ale-coloured thing (hence name, because beer: Boddington's Best Bitter was what we drank back then, before they put it in a keg and made it meaningless*). Barry is ... not so little. Barry is oof. Lying beneath Barry, one needs to be a plinth. Someday his plinth will come, but in the meantime he has me. Wakeful, because oof.
*John Gielgud was once reviewed as having "the most meaningless legs imaginable." This is kind of how I feel about nitrokegged filtered pasteurised beer.