The Week in Review
Feb. 11th, 2007 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abracanabraMostly everyday stuff--cold, work, snowpants, Roomba love, and the cat calamity that I blogged about earlier this week.
On Monday, I called in "cold" to work. Yeah. Well, not actually--actually I just said that I'd come in tomorrow instead of today. This whole "cold weather really messes with me" phenomenon is very inconvenient. I'm already worried that the Bush Foundation will see me as being "unreliable", because I have to schedule around NightOwl.
The cold is bad enough I've been forbidden from busing. Sunday night, Phil spent an hour tearing through the house in search of a pair of non-existent snow pants he insisted that we had. We didn't.
Snow pants (really, overalls) are the awesomest bus commute wear ever. And Phil is my hero, because he went out on his lunch break Monday to buy them so that I could go to work on Tuesday. They were on sale, and they're not hideous either--just a very basic black, pretty lightweight, and entirely warm. On the bus on Tuesday, I was sitting up front with about eight people. Four of us were wearing snowpants. We looked happier.
I finally caved and bought a Roomba from Woot.com a couple of weeks ago. I had a lot of fun with my Roomba this week. The cats follow it around from room to room so they can keep track of what it's up to, but they are neither terrified of it nor prone to attacking it. This makes me happy. I need to make little plastic carpet-fringe-covers for the nice rug, but other than that it works really nicely on the ground floor. The other three levels, alas, are not yet organized enough to be Roomba-safe. This is a new goal of mine--making the entire house Roomba-able. I foresee a future in which I measure all furniture to make sure my Roomba will fit under it.
Wednesday, there was work again at NightOwl.
On Wednesday night, we went out with friends for a couple of hours. Somehow, in the time that we were gone, Foundling managed to fall off the back of the A/V table and he got his paw tourniquetted by a cord (from his toy, oddly enough). Thrashing ensued. When I walked in the door, I found a totally trashed living room and The Saddest Kitten In The World sitting in the middle of a nest of cords and wires, his paw hanging above his head with a cord wrapped extremely tightly around it. His paw was swollen up to three times the size it should have been. And he mewed. The saddest "Mommy, fix this," mew that any kitten has ever made.
Under the circumstances, I didn't exactly sleep well. Or for very long...since the next day it was back in to NightOwl for the incredibly tedious project that involved paging through two images, on two screens, and comparing the two.
So I was woozy on sleep dep Thursday. Came home. Phil made me eat something and take a two-hour nap. Then a couple of hours of TV. Then back to bed and sleeping until nearly 10 a.m. Friday morning, because Phase II of the incredibly tedious project has been indefinitely postponed. Sleeping that much felt really good.
Foundling's perfectly fine now--the paw has receded to normal proportions and he feels well enough to pick fights with the poor long-suffering girl kitty.
Saturday and Sunday we basically huddled inside at home, agreeing that it was far too cold to go outside, and watched our Netflix.
On Monday, I called in "cold" to work. Yeah. Well, not actually--actually I just said that I'd come in tomorrow instead of today. This whole "cold weather really messes with me" phenomenon is very inconvenient. I'm already worried that the Bush Foundation will see me as being "unreliable", because I have to schedule around NightOwl.
The cold is bad enough I've been forbidden from busing. Sunday night, Phil spent an hour tearing through the house in search of a pair of non-existent snow pants he insisted that we had. We didn't.
Snow pants (really, overalls) are the awesomest bus commute wear ever. And Phil is my hero, because he went out on his lunch break Monday to buy them so that I could go to work on Tuesday. They were on sale, and they're not hideous either--just a very basic black, pretty lightweight, and entirely warm. On the bus on Tuesday, I was sitting up front with about eight people. Four of us were wearing snowpants. We looked happier.
I finally caved and bought a Roomba from Woot.com a couple of weeks ago. I had a lot of fun with my Roomba this week. The cats follow it around from room to room so they can keep track of what it's up to, but they are neither terrified of it nor prone to attacking it. This makes me happy. I need to make little plastic carpet-fringe-covers for the nice rug, but other than that it works really nicely on the ground floor. The other three levels, alas, are not yet organized enough to be Roomba-safe. This is a new goal of mine--making the entire house Roomba-able. I foresee a future in which I measure all furniture to make sure my Roomba will fit under it.
Wednesday, there was work again at NightOwl.
On Wednesday night, we went out with friends for a couple of hours. Somehow, in the time that we were gone, Foundling managed to fall off the back of the A/V table and he got his paw tourniquetted by a cord (from his toy, oddly enough). Thrashing ensued. When I walked in the door, I found a totally trashed living room and The Saddest Kitten In The World sitting in the middle of a nest of cords and wires, his paw hanging above his head with a cord wrapped extremely tightly around it. His paw was swollen up to three times the size it should have been. And he mewed. The saddest "Mommy, fix this," mew that any kitten has ever made.
Under the circumstances, I didn't exactly sleep well. Or for very long...since the next day it was back in to NightOwl for the incredibly tedious project that involved paging through two images, on two screens, and comparing the two.
So I was woozy on sleep dep Thursday. Came home. Phil made me eat something and take a two-hour nap. Then a couple of hours of TV. Then back to bed and sleeping until nearly 10 a.m. Friday morning, because Phase II of the incredibly tedious project has been indefinitely postponed. Sleeping that much felt really good.
Foundling's perfectly fine now--the paw has receded to normal proportions and he feels well enough to pick fights with the poor long-suffering girl kitty.
Saturday and Sunday we basically huddled inside at home, agreeing that it was far too cold to go outside, and watched our Netflix.