Last night I forgot I'd made myself a goal of getting more sleep and stayed up till 1:30 finishing Brideshead Revisited. Which would not be so very awful if I'd gone to bed before midnight any other night this week. At any rate, I had a mostly positive emotional experience with the book, and my mind kicked off this morning with all sorts of ideas for reviewing it.
The rough draft won't happen today. It's three-thirty, and I'm late to blogging. My lateness cannot be blamed on the unexpected but lovely visit with my sister and nieces, however; they left before two. No, the fault lies with the fact that when I have my day all planned out and something adds itself to the schedule last-minute, instead of kicking something off my to-do list, I just compress everything. I meant to play the piano, and I played the piano—I just didn't work as far into Clair de Lune as I might have. I meant to curl my hair before tonight's dinner party, but I might end up just straightening it.
I meant to blog, but this will be a short post. The blame for that lies with my having gotten distracted on the internet. I'm sorry. Look, here's a cat picture:
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From Lou and I, Maia got a can of Friskies for Christmas. This was perhaps a mistake. She's learned that the refrigerator and the silverware drawer are involved in her getting a Very Special Treat, which means that my days have been going something like this:
Maia: Nice human. I like nice humans. *Purrrrrr* *rubs up against my shins*
Me: Maia, I'm taking my vitamins. You can have your treat when we have dinner.
Maia: You can't resist me. I'm CUTE.
Maia: Look, I've perfected my innocent mewing. I'm like a helpless kitten. Out in the rain. Starving.
Me: You're underfoot, and I'm heating up lunch.
Maia: YOU WANT TO GIVE ME A TREAT.
Maia: Hold still, I'm trying to rub up against your legs. Humans are supposed to love that.
Me: Maia, if you're hungry, I think there's some of your dry breakfast left in your dish. I'm only getting a glass of water.
Maia: You're a disgrace to humankind. Which isn't feline on its best day.
Me: All right, Maia, time for your treat!
Maia: NOW GIVE IT TO ME NOW I'VE BEEN WAITING A YEAR.
Me: I could give it to you faster if you'd stop shoving yourself between my hand and the floor.
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Music of the week: A likable piano piece that looks way too difficult to be on my to-learn list any time soon.
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All right, this has been around for a few weeks, but if you haven't seen Cat Friend vs. Dog Friend... I laughed so hard.