When did Da become Nana?

[muckefuck]

I was awake at five a.m. after a night's sleep which can best be described as "fitful". I laid in bed for another hour, hoping for another round of z's which never came. At work, I felt like an automaton, shuffling from one task to another. Twice, I ended up in the basement, where one of the workmen keeps a comfy chair. The first time I sat in it, I nearly felt asleep; I was staring off into space for literally minutes.

Finally I decided staying the whole day long was pointless, told my boss I was "feeling lousy", and took off the moment after shooing out my student worker. On the way home, I had a miserable thought: what if the cleaning ladies were there when I got in? But I was greeted in the kitchen with silence and a lingery lemon odour. I went straight downstairs, stripped, showered, and crawled into bed.

I didn't nap much, but I got lots of snuggle time with the cat. At about three, I donned a robe and dragged myself upstairs for tea and toast. The toast I spread generously with lemon curd from a jar I've been hoarding for a Special Occasion. Then I dropped into my own comfy chair and called an old girl pal I knew would be home on a weekday afternoon.

That's when it hit me: I'm three-quarters of the way to becoming a Crazy Cat Lady, aren't I? (Thank my lucky stars my boyfriend showed up soon after to rescue me.)

Comments

[mollyc-q.livejournal.com]

Unless you are contemplating taking up knitting, so as to make outfits for your cat, I am throwing cold water on the notion of you becoming crazy cat lady.... After all, we have a high bar.....