resume

Well, for those faithful readers whose lives have been meaningless for the last week with no posts from me, I'm back. And, for those who are confused, no I'm NOT writing about my qualifications for a particular job. The I would have spelled it "résumé". I merely intend to convey that I will now recommence my regular posting schedule. Or try to.

I truly can't believe it's been four days since my last post. I am a bit disappointed that I fell off track so drastically. My only redeeming grace is that I have continued to take a photo a day, which—I'm reminding myself as much as anyone else—was the original purpose of this whole exercise.

Contrary to popular belief, I did NOT fall off the end of the earth. But my cold really knocked me down. And yet I couldn't allow myself to stay down because I had this huge calendar project to finish. So between dragging myself out of bed, and working against a deadline feeling like a zombie, I had about all I could handle.

There were some funny moments along the way, though. Instead of posting them all in one really long entry, I am going to write one at a time, and include one photo per post until I get caught up.

This first photo is from Monday. I was so miserably sick. But I just couldn't bear not working on the calendar. So I drug my lap top into bed with me and designed and napped on and off the whole day. The kitty was confused by this strange behavior, and she kept me company much of the day.

My first funny story is about her. She is still a young cat, and has a good bit of energy and play in her. We usually get two pretty intense play times in a day. But with my workload and my cold, I just didn't have the energy this week. She, of course, burned up her extra energy by being naughty, as a few shredded rolls of toilet paper, and one abused cardboard box will testify.

One evening I decided that—for the peace of our household—I needed to at least try to give her some play time. We have this one game, where I leave a door open maybe six inches or so. She waits on the other side, and I stick my hand through the opening so that she can pounce on it. It is most effective when I hide my whole body behind the door, so that she can't see me. That way my hand is a complete surprise.

So, I had energy, I figured, to at least play that game. Head kind of drooping I hid behind the door and she had a grand time jumping and batting at my hand. Until the one time when she missed my hand all together, and slammed into the door with her whole body weight. Which meant that the door then slammed into my head, and I had a nasty knot on my forehead the rest of the night.

It hurt, and I felt kind of stupid, but I felt so lousy anyway, it didn't seem to make much of a difference overall. It kind of seemed par for the course, with how this week went.