A sick kitty keeps me home this week. Scrunchy is a very sick little kitty. His preferred sleeping arrangement is on me, which ever part is available. And because he’s so sick, it’s hard for me to say no. He’s asleep on my lap as I type. All 16 pounds.
Ollie has discovered gravity and continues his experiments with any high value item he can find, like my camera. He has also figured out that if he swipes my glasses off with one paw, he has access to my eyes with his other paw. He’s a smart little bugger.
Working from home is a mixed thing. I like sleeping in my own bed and being with the kitties and scheduling a breakfast with Tat and a hair appointment for later in the week and not having to live out of a suitcase. I like kitten licks waking me up as opposed to a ringing phone across the room, but…
I’ve lost 5 kilos in two weeks working in an office. The coffee and cigarettes diet is my preferred method for losing weight. Add a lot of walking and flights of stairs as an exercise routine (regime) and you have a happy girl. Ten more kilos and I’m heading to the plastic surgeon and let me tell you, I can hardly wait. Did you know you can lift EVERYTHING? I’ll have one of everything, please.
I like seeing people I like every day.
I like having decent coffee any time I want it.
I like travelling even though it’s exhausting.
I like the sense of independence I get. I haven’t had it in a long time and it’s like putting on a favourite cashmere sweater.
I like that my German is improving.
I like how distance makes Sparky and I closer when we’re together.
I like not having to clean the house or cook.
Hmm. I think I see a change coming.