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Well I can't complain that I don't get any exercise when I'm down here, that's for sure. I just poked google and figured out that I walked about seven miles total today, and that's not counting the stairs and passageways involved in numerous and sundry subway transfers. Once again I'm kind of a useless bag of hamburger meat from the tailbone down, that's how much everything hurts. Clearly I'm not in shape for New York anymore; we're gonna have to fix that.
Other than the OW, today was a good, if long day. Met up with Tash&Winnie and actually got to meet their three cats for the first time. They were all really sweet cats, but I have to put in a mention of Spunky who is a huge, beautiful hunk of leonine boy love and just basically was all like. "You. Scratch my head. ooooooooooooooh. Okay, I like you, you may stay." And when I say huge, he is bigger than Puck, Bean or Valentino - he's very easily a 20+ pound cat, but he's not overweight, he's just GIGANTIC. Think this cat is to other cats as Shaquille O'Neal is to normal humans. Yeah. Needless to say I fell in love immediately. I'm such a sucker for big ass boykitties it isn't even funny. Pictures later, cause I took some with the phone.
But yeah, I had a good afternoon with them. It was definitely full of food, cats and conversation, and then they tagged along shopping with me as I searched Lower Manhattan high and low for reasonably priced ascots (please don't ask, it's a Dad thing). They prove elusive little beasts. Tomorrow I try again, this time a little further uptown.
Was kinda running late the entire day so I didn't get up to see Dad until well after 8, but did hang for about an hour to tease and banter with him. His team and Ruthy meet tomorrow to discuss his progress and the date of his release. It could be Friday, it could be next week, but considering how he's doing it's going to be soon.
But yes, ow. I currently lie sprawled ungracefully across Ruthy's couch trying to convince myself to get back up, shower in the hottest water I can coax from the tap, take my meds, make up the counch into my bed, and pass gloriously, finally out for the night. May possibly risk an ibuprofen as well, because I really do feel massively overdid it at the gym level sore right now. That which doesn't kill you, and all that jazz.
sleep will be soooooooooo good. Off I go.
Other than the OW, today was a good, if long day. Met up with Tash&Winnie and actually got to meet their three cats for the first time. They were all really sweet cats, but I have to put in a mention of Spunky who is a huge, beautiful hunk of leonine boy love and just basically was all like. "You. Scratch my head. ooooooooooooooh. Okay, I like you, you may stay." And when I say huge, he is bigger than Puck, Bean or Valentino - he's very easily a 20+ pound cat, but he's not overweight, he's just GIGANTIC. Think this cat is to other cats as Shaquille O'Neal is to normal humans. Yeah. Needless to say I fell in love immediately. I'm such a sucker for big ass boykitties it isn't even funny. Pictures later, cause I took some with the phone.
But yeah, I had a good afternoon with them. It was definitely full of food, cats and conversation, and then they tagged along shopping with me as I searched Lower Manhattan high and low for reasonably priced ascots (please don't ask, it's a Dad thing). They prove elusive little beasts. Tomorrow I try again, this time a little further uptown.
Was kinda running late the entire day so I didn't get up to see Dad until well after 8, but did hang for about an hour to tease and banter with him. His team and Ruthy meet tomorrow to discuss his progress and the date of his release. It could be Friday, it could be next week, but considering how he's doing it's going to be soon.
But yes, ow. I currently lie sprawled ungracefully across Ruthy's couch trying to convince myself to get back up, shower in the hottest water I can coax from the tap, take my meds, make up the counch into my bed, and pass gloriously, finally out for the night. May possibly risk an ibuprofen as well, because I really do feel massively overdid it at the gym level sore right now. That which doesn't kill you, and all that jazz.
sleep will be soooooooooo good. Off I go.
