bloodsong1 | From five to three

Hum, this may make calling Quarters a bit tricksy. Maybe I'll get IDK to call something. ^_^

I think I'll stick with my menu plan, though.

Mist is demanding loving, which involves nuzzling any skin he can reach with his face, up to and including knocking my teeth together when he headbutts my chin. And now he's glaring at me and going for my glasses. Here, cat.

*ear scritches*

*tummy rub*

*chin loving*

Ok, get off now. I have work to do. *boots off lap*

Mist: NO! *hops back up, resumes nuzzling*

Bloody cat.

*ear scritches*

*chin loving*

Ok, that's IT! I have work to do!

Mist: Ok! *curls up, purrs*

Are you sure you're a cat?

Mist: Yes! *hops off, waits two minutes, hops back on*

Now for the real reason I'm posting.

...

I was going to do an event sheet addressing the feelings of unattractiveness, with a heavy and suspicious look at the upwelling of shallow female vanity brought on by that icky stage between haircuts where nothing one does looks nice compounded by the acknowledgement that yes, I really am 30 and while I'm not showing any wrinkles or sagging or other signs of aging, I am taking another long look at various Oil of Olay products and thinking "hmm.", never mind I see makeup and hair style products a silly and vain waste of time and money.

But I'm feeling rather nauseous, even though I've eaten fairly well today, and a coworker has a known stomach bug, and Wolf is also feeling nauseous and IDK is groaning and whining about a sore leg and The Cuteness is demanding attention and I still have a cat on my lap.

So I think I'll curl up with my mulled cider on the couch and just BE with my family and try to stop thinking about a possible paradigm shift that is making me incredibly nervous and not a little frightened simply because my elaborate and well developed imagination is having a VERY hard time wrapping itself around the paradigm.