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Today is terrible and has been relentlessly so since about an hour after my last post, which is about when we started listening to the Boston PD scanner. Yeah, neither cell23 nor I got much sleep last night listening to everything go down. :/ I'm also amazed I managed to get through my workday. Scary ass shit going down, y'all. So glad the kids are out here.

But enough of that. I offer a break for everyone in the form of video evidence that my cats are giant fuzzy assholes.



Lily: aw crap SHE'S RIGHT THERE you're gonna get in so much trouble
Ash: [gives zero fucks]
Both: FREEDOM! GRASS! NOM NOM NOM!
Me: [sighs, shakes head, stops recording, and goes to get them while grumbling under breath]

They are both currently pawing at the back door and glaring up at me accusingly, like I committed some kind of mortal sin by shutting it. Cats, y'all. Also wanted: suggestions on how to jackass-proof the door so we can get some fresh air in the kitchen this summer. :P

In other small bits of good news, it is lovely and warm out, if also windy and a little muggy from the morning's drizzle...

he so PRETTEH

Am pretty much a zombie this morning due to a self-imposed coffee moratorium (NOS ain't cutting it today) plus it being the first night we left Ash out, resulting in all night kitty parkour. Not exactly restful, especially as he's all OHAI LETS PLAY *get all up in personal space* and Lily is all FUCK OFF NO REALLY and then he's all HUH I DON'T GET IT Y U MAD. The spaces of time in which they can just sit down, shut up and hang out within 2 feet of each other are getting bigger, so I'm not worried about them, though today we're leaving them alone together in the house while we're at work, so hopefully we won't return to completely destroyed house.

In one of the periods of actual sleep in between GALUMPH GALUMPH GALUMPH GALUMPH THUD MROW SSSSSS GALUMPH GALUMPH sessions, I had this very strange dream where I was going somewhere in a car with someone who may have been my mother but may have been a complete stranger. We had one other passenger who needed to be dropped off at the New Jersey Regional Airport (which doesn't exist - but what seemed to be a small airfield on the shore somewhere) and after they got out of the car, the driver (who was sitting on the left - british car?) decided they wanted to stop and look at the ocean for a while so we drove to the end of this pier next to the airport, and we were watching the waves come in, except they were getting taller and taller and finally washed the car off the pier with us inside. We had a moment of oh shit, but managed to escape through the windows (one point in favor of crank vs power windows I guess).

I also had a dream where a small chameleon was darting around the living room. (He was apparently big enough to be providing a piggyback ride to a small, excited anole.) That dream was about chasing him through the house before the cats got him, mostly but when I did catch him finally I was bringing him to the back of the house where there was this whole reptile display room like you'd find in the back of a pet store, and me being all WTF when did we put this in here, and are there any snakes because if there are cell23 probably isn't living here anymore, what?

And then this morning's adventure in Where The Fuck Are My Glasses, wherein I dimly remembered missing the bedside table with them last night, heard them clatter to the floor and noted their location before passing out. Except they were nowhere to be found when I got up this morning because the kitty parkour had knocked them across the floor so they were directly under the center of the bed. :P Note to self, make sure the glasses are put away properly at night until Captain Fuzzycock and Queen Haterade settle down.

So yeah. Not exactly a restful night, but at least an interesting one. Now the challenge is staying awake for the rest of the day.