Friday Morning

At about seven in the morning, Coco is at the kitchen's sliding-glass door crying incessantly. I really want the extra hour of sleep, but I get up to have a look. The rain never did come through. But It looks like it wants to. I check the office computer. The chances of rain are practically nil, at least until the small hours of tomorrow morning. I cannot keep playing this cautiously with them, not with these wild things. I let them go, and we will see how things look like tonight.

As for my dry virus, while I wouldn't call it history, it is no longer a factor. It's just a bit of a drag on me.

Sammy

Sammy must have been really hungry for the outdoors, because, from the moment he went out, I have not seen the least sight of him. He is gone, gone, gone. It's been a few hours, though. He must be getting hungry. God, I wish I could have a cat-cam on him and see what mischief he gets into.

Cats and Weather

Great, now that I have let the cats out, and now that it is not supposed to rain, the weather becomes drizzly, sprinkly, showery. Since it is the light stuff, I could let the cats be, but now that I have Coco and Ash indoors, it is hard to let them go back out when I can hear the rain pitter-pattering on the patio roof. I am not making a grab for Sammy (now that he is at least back and lounging on the patio chaise lounge), but I am waiting for him to come inside, to keep inside, and then see what the forecast is looking like this evening. Right now, this fizzly-drizzly stuff is expected to last through tomorrow --

Oh, fuck, now that it has stopped pitter-pattering and Coco is whining, I have let them go. They have been penned in for much of the past couple of weeks, so that one feels moved to let them have some leeway. There is no talk of storms.

Chilly

One thing about today: no need for the air-conditioner. You may recall that we put it on yesterday. Right now, I'm debating whether to grab the sweatpants.

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I went with the pants. It's 66 degrees outside. 75 inside. If I were not leaving the big room in just half an hour, I'd switch the ceiling fan to winter mode, or else get the jacket.

Recycling

We are using our green "Organics" bin for the first time. I just went out and ripped up the plastic bags to remove them, pouring out and leaving behind the grass clippings. I was debating for some days what to do about that. It seemed too messy without the plastic bags. However, they positively state that plastics bags are absolutely unacceptable, and it occurred to me that if they wanted the grass clippings to be bagged, they probably would have said something.

Hair

I didn't really want to shower tonight, having showered only yesterday, albeit in the early morning (because of a little accident while I was enjoying my porn), but I realized that I hated the idea of showering tomorrow even worse, especially having to suffer this greasy hair all morning and maybe all afternoon. A big part of the problem, I think, is the length of my hair. If money and transportation were not an issue, I would move to two hair cuts per year, maybe in May and November. As it is, I am struggling hard with the idea of having to live with this hair until March. I might have to find the will to get it done in the next week.