What I've learned so far today

But first, today's photo is hot off the camera. Well, maybe not still hot as it was taken a few hours ago, but definitely fresh off the camera since I haven't done any editing to it (no particular reason for the no edit, by the way). I noticed these brand-new spiderlings on the side of the house yesterday but didn't want to take the camera out in the rain. I was surprised to see this morning that they hadn't dispersed yet. To give an idea of how tiny those things are, the texture in the background is a piece of siding. Tiny, tiny little spiders, yes. Obviously a nonspecialist like me can't tell yet what type of spider they are (beyond some kind of orb weaver), but they're pretty cool at any rate.

Shut up. Spiders are too cool.

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Now. On to what I've learned so far this Tuesday (Tuesday, right? My days are a little mixed up at the moment since I usually come here on weekends rather than weekdays). What I've learned so far today is that at the moment I have too strong a gag reflex to clean up warm cat vomit. I'm hoping it's a temporary effect of having been under the weather for so long since I'm usually pretty good with gross things (I was a Zoology student, for pity's sake. I spent four years of my life cutting up gross things), but let me tell you. Today's clean-up came far too near to being a double.

Um, you're welcome for that mental picture.

Speaking of the cats, though (and leaving aside the barf. You're welcome), I think that my father would have been a bit bemused to see how my morning went today. It was pretty quiet overall, and he'd be fairly quick to tell you that his mornings are generally anything but quiet. From the moment he stirs, Penny (aka Lumpy aka The Walking Stomach) decides that it's cat feeding time, and she lets him know it. Meowing, pacing the bed, getting up on the dresser and knocking things down... anything to remind the human that the cat. is. hungry. And never mind the fact that there's always crunchy food available to her. Penny wants her canned stuff, and she's not about to let you forget it. I've seen it in action -- there's no doubt that the father figure gets pestered.

This morning?

Nothing.

Max came in for his usual belly rub, but he left after a few minutes. When I got myself out of bed, both cats were asleep in the living room. As I walked in they both looked up, gave me a whatever stare, and went back to sleep.

Seriously.

Dad, if he's reading this, is now in complete disbelief.

 I've said before that the cats don't really believe that I'm capable of doing much, and I'm looking at this as proof. Why should they pester me for food? I don't know how to do food.

Unfortunately, it's looking like Penny's noticed that this is the second day in a row that I've been the one to feed them. I may be in for the full treatment tomorrow. Guess I should enjoy being left alone while I can.

And now, on to... well, on to what? I should probably go downtown and pick up a couple of things that I need. Or I could do some work on the work blog while I don't have the distractions of the office. Or I could go outside and do a bit of painting, since there are plenty of paintable things in bloom. Or I could cough, which seems to be the ongoing theme. Yeah. This could stop anytime. I'd be fine with that.

Going to do... something now. Later, all.