Long Night's Journey into Day
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captainsblogRough going around here last night.
The kids came home mid-afternoon- Cameron's mom is being honored at an awards dinner connected to her church tonight, and they invited both of them to be there (and us, too- but it's formal, and neither of us does Hollywood Runway Shiz much anymore). Somewhat unexpectedly, they brought the kitten. She's been terrorizing the other animals ever since, and hissing at anyone and anything that moves under this roof.
That acrimony contributed to a rough night's sleep for me. So did a flareup of my ankle condition from a couple of weeks ago, which I thought might be tied to my possible breakage of a toe whilst tilting with one of our own cats. Nothing ever came of that, digit-wise- the purple's all gone and the toe's fine- but the ankle irritation could be due to any of a number of things.
Would you like a list?
* Stress (mental)- Wednesday was a very intense workday, the two succeeding ones barely kept me even with the work at hand, and Monday's going to be a hairy bear of a start to the coming week. Plus our refi is down to the wire on whether the cash will come in time to fund our retirement accounts by a week from Monday.
* Stress (physical)- I was rather tired last night, bailed after half an hour of elliptical work and did the last 30 minutes of cardio on a recumbent bike. I need to pay attention to whether that stresses the ankle or not.
* Udda medica thingza- Might be arthritis. Might be a new location for my age-old occasional gout condition.
* Or, just plain old lack of a good night's sleep. With Gwenny tearing all around the house all night into the wee hours, the aminals who sleep in here were all wired, and my usual 4:30 a.m. duties as Carlton Their Doorman turned into a much earlier 2:00 run. By then, the combination of the pain and the pet dynamics kept me awake pretty much until the 5 a.m. feeding time, and I wound up getting the rest of my 7-8 hours of sleep long after that, waking up moments before 10 this morning.
Various painkillers have helped, and I've gotten through the day so far with much less discomfort. I've bookkept, grocery shopped, laundered and watched the Mets win during the folding cycle- no new cardio today, but I'm hoping to be back to that by tomorrow.
Kitteh has settled down a bit, if still on the Grumpy Cat side whenever you approach her, but she seems to have found at least one peaceful perch here:
No birds in that birdhouse, but a grrl can dream, I suppose.
----
Then there's the added stress of Cam's family dynamics this weekend.
Just to make things more complicated, he wound up scheduled to attend a funeral this morning for a friend of his mom's family. He headed out not long after I finally rose from my Painfully Walking Dead state, but was back here not long after that. Turns out, his mom had picked out an outfit for him that he felt included a totally inappropriate item of clothing for a funeral- a designer shirt more fitting to the World's Largest Disco than the Friend's Last Service. He wound up coming home- by which I mean, he wound up coming back here. We supported him in his decision to not go dressed like that, helped him with ideas for flowers and a sympathy expression for the family of the deceased, and reminded him that we love him for who he is and however he wants to look when he goes out to things of this kind.
I also learned, later today, that his mom had gone all OCD on him last night, when they first got home, over his haircut, of all things. It wasn't straight or even enough for her taste. REALLY? Both of these kids took two days off from work, disrupted their regular routines, and shlepped back here to honor his family, and she's obsessing about exactly how he looks when they do it?
He's come so far since he showed up on our doorstep, going on ten months ago, with noplace else to live. Now he seems so much more confident, and assertive about who he is and wants to be. It's an honor to have been a part of that, even if there's no ceremony or trophy or formalwear associated with any of it to compare to what they're going to tonight.
The kids came home mid-afternoon- Cameron's mom is being honored at an awards dinner connected to her church tonight, and they invited both of them to be there (and us, too- but it's formal, and neither of us does Hollywood Runway Shiz much anymore). Somewhat unexpectedly, they brought the kitten. She's been terrorizing the other animals ever since, and hissing at anyone and anything that moves under this roof.
That acrimony contributed to a rough night's sleep for me. So did a flareup of my ankle condition from a couple of weeks ago, which I thought might be tied to my possible breakage of a toe whilst tilting with one of our own cats. Nothing ever came of that, digit-wise- the purple's all gone and the toe's fine- but the ankle irritation could be due to any of a number of things.
Would you like a list?
* Stress (mental)- Wednesday was a very intense workday, the two succeeding ones barely kept me even with the work at hand, and Monday's going to be a hairy bear of a start to the coming week. Plus our refi is down to the wire on whether the cash will come in time to fund our retirement accounts by a week from Monday.
* Stress (physical)- I was rather tired last night, bailed after half an hour of elliptical work and did the last 30 minutes of cardio on a recumbent bike. I need to pay attention to whether that stresses the ankle or not.
* Udda medica thingza- Might be arthritis. Might be a new location for my age-old occasional gout condition.
* Or, just plain old lack of a good night's sleep. With Gwenny tearing all around the house all night into the wee hours, the aminals who sleep in here were all wired, and my usual 4:30 a.m. duties as Carlton Their Doorman turned into a much earlier 2:00 run. By then, the combination of the pain and the pet dynamics kept me awake pretty much until the 5 a.m. feeding time, and I wound up getting the rest of my 7-8 hours of sleep long after that, waking up moments before 10 this morning.
Various painkillers have helped, and I've gotten through the day so far with much less discomfort. I've bookkept, grocery shopped, laundered and watched the Mets win during the folding cycle- no new cardio today, but I'm hoping to be back to that by tomorrow.
Kitteh has settled down a bit, if still on the Grumpy Cat side whenever you approach her, but she seems to have found at least one peaceful perch here:
No birds in that birdhouse, but a grrl can dream, I suppose.
----
Then there's the added stress of Cam's family dynamics this weekend.
Just to make things more complicated, he wound up scheduled to attend a funeral this morning for a friend of his mom's family. He headed out not long after I finally rose from my Painfully Walking Dead state, but was back here not long after that. Turns out, his mom had picked out an outfit for him that he felt included a totally inappropriate item of clothing for a funeral- a designer shirt more fitting to the World's Largest Disco than the Friend's Last Service. He wound up coming home- by which I mean, he wound up coming back here. We supported him in his decision to not go dressed like that, helped him with ideas for flowers and a sympathy expression for the family of the deceased, and reminded him that we love him for who he is and however he wants to look when he goes out to things of this kind.
I also learned, later today, that his mom had gone all OCD on him last night, when they first got home, over his haircut, of all things. It wasn't straight or even enough for her taste. REALLY? Both of these kids took two days off from work, disrupted their regular routines, and shlepped back here to honor his family, and she's obsessing about exactly how he looks when they do it?
He's come so far since he showed up on our doorstep, going on ten months ago, with noplace else to live. Now he seems so much more confident, and assertive about who he is and wants to be. It's an honor to have been a part of that, even if there's no ceremony or trophy or formalwear associated with any of it to compare to what they're going to tonight.
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Date: 2013-04-07 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-07 01:52 am (UTC)I'm afraid you have a bad case of Overly Territorial Kitteh at your house. :) And wow, she's grown!