When I finally woke up and gained conciousness today -- rather than merely waking up, grumbling, looking at my clock, deciding I should sleep more, and going back to sleep --I heard a gaggle of small children outside my apartment. "Look at the kitty!" one of them yelled, about fifty times. They were astounded, it seems, by one of my cats hanging out in the living room window downstairs. One of the kids started meowing at her, and another started barking. Barking. I'm not even sure that my cats know what a dog OR a little kid is, let alone a dog sound coming out of a little kid. When I finally got up and made my way downstairs, I opened the curtain and called her out. She seemed more than happy to get away from those weird little creatures making weird noises at her.
And that's been my day. I really, really should call someone and get out of the house.
And that's been my day. I really, really should call someone and get out of the house.