Back to Work

Not that I’m not usually blogging at 12:30, but I really should be thinking about getting to bed soon.  Monday morning comes early as it is, but I’m looking at a Monday morning after four days off.  And four days of sleeping WAY late, too.

I can’t say that I’m all that psyched to get back.  I think my batteries are more-or-less recharged, though we’ll see what kind of charge they have when I get into the office in the morning.  Go-time is 8:30AM – that’s when I’m supposed to be at my desk.  Again, we’ll see.  It’s rare that I’m on time – I’m usually booting up my machine around 9 or so.  I may or may not have built up some extra points with my boss over the weekend.  He had a pool party at his house on Saturday and it was a good time to mingle with my co-workers outside of the office.

Granted, it fell smack-dab in the middle of what was supposed to be “vacation” for me, but then again, I didn’t do all that much to make my four days off into much of a vacation.  It was more of a long weekend than anything else.  Which is just fine by me.

As much as I tend to be a bit hard on myself in that I didn’t make any plans to go away (I was considering a couple of days at the Ananda Ashram in Monroe NY, or a couple of days hiking and camping – to get started on those 46 high peaks in the Adirondacks), what I can say is that the overriding vibe for me this weekend was one of “I have all the time in the world”.

I didn’t rush to get anywhere, canceled appointments when it looked like I wasn’t going to make it (for those few appointments I actually set up), and just took it easy in general.  I didn’t do anything for which my sole motivation would have been duty.

As much as I’d like one of those “real” vacations – a trip or something – I think these past four days have accomplished at least a little bit of what going away would have.  In the spirit of many previous posts, I’m happy with a little bit of progress – perfection is more or less unattainable, and today I’m ok with that.

Switching gears:

I’m sure I’ve mentioned that I’m cat-sitting.  Please say a prayer for LaylaJo, she’s currently wearing one of those don’t-lick-your-ass cones on her head.  Not because she was licking her ass, but because she was licking her girl-parts.

[Insert joke here about how I seem to have that effect upon females - though generally those of my own species.]

I feel so bad for her.  I sure as hell wouldn’t want one of those cones on my head.  But then, I’m not really into licking my ass, as it were.  And I don’t have any girl-parts, so there’s no joke by analogy there, dear sick-in-the-head reader.  She seems to be doing ok with it, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like it.  I think she’s being a little trooper.

It’s certainly a pain in my ass, though, because when I’m lying in bed, getting ready to go to sleep, she likes to walk around on me and head-butt me (or just rub her cheeks on my face) – and that’s a bit awkward with the cone.  She keeps poking me in the nose, teeth, and eyes with it.  It’s really quite comical.

I had to give LaylaJo her medicine this evening, and MAN! was that a pain in the ass.  Have you ever tried to get a cat to swallow a pill?  I haven’t.  It’s easy with dogs – you just wrap the pill in some cheese or something and it goes right down the hatch.  My parents’ dog Diesel is ready for his pills as soon as he hears the cheese-slice plastic start opening.  Not so with LaylaJo.  It was like trying to give medicine to a little kid – she kept turning her head and squeezing her mouth shut.

And she’s just a little, fragile cat, so I didn’t think it was right to yell at her and pop her one in the kisser.  I don’t think she speaks english anyway.  So I had to be all gentle and sh*t.  Whatever.  It went down.  Score one for those of us with opposable thumbs.

I can’t wait until it’s time to take off the damned plastic cone, though.

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