Kitty is well. He had a smelly butt problem so I had to do some intervention with some toilet paper. Clipped his nails as well today – usually takes two sessions. I can get about 4 claws before he figures out what’s going on. Then I come back later and do his thumbs. Or what would be his thumbs. In the morning he wakes me up by sitting on my chest and slowly reaching towards my face and then pressing on my cheek – and staring. I’m not always sure what that means. When I come home from being away for a few hours we get to have the Joyful Reunion where he lays in my lap as his front paws alternate curling and flexing in joy.
Moods have been up and down all week. Had a small bout of food poisoning yesterday. I’d had a chicken salad at a restaurant and by the time I came home I had the sweats and knew it would have to be – um – expunged. Lots of digestive/food problems lately – what does that mean metaphorically? What can’t I stomach? Diet has been off the rails in a major way. I sometimes feel like I use food to punish myself. That I’ll reinforce negative feelings by eating a particularly fat-laden meal. But to invest food with that much power is sort of psycho anyway.
Workouts are hitting a plateau – I’ve been doing the 2-days on/2-days off for about a month now – might need to switch it up again.
Client work is all over the board. Trying to get the current batch out the door and paid up and settled as well as get the new business in the door and ready to go. Finally got the podcasting and blogging courses scheduled for July. Need to schedule everything else – keep most calls on Wednesdays so I can just count on making Wednesdays my busy day.
I just gave kitty a fresh box of litter. He gets so excited – like it is a sandbox or something. I think he’s trying to dig to China. His eyes are really big and he keeps running out of the box and across the apartment and then coming back to it again. Psycho.
I feel like this blog is languishing without more personal journal content from me. It seems that helps to counterbalance the political stuff. And that has always been my approach anyway – to show my internal world as juxtaposed against the macrocosm. God, somebody is smoking on the roof and I can smell their smoke from here. Sometimes I smell pot smoke.
I reflect on how much of my world has become virtual. My communications, my daily work, my news intake – most of my interaction everyday is via phone or IM. Realtime is usually Ron and I – I need to diversify that. I need to get my ass out of the house.