Saturday morning with the windows open

[fatrockstar]

I'm enjoying a sunny morning today. I don't remember a lot about last night other than the movie I rented, The Nin9s, starring my third husband Ryan Reynolds. I recommend this film.

With Garret around I would never be able to open all the blinds and windows like they are now. The big picture window in the living room is letting so much light and warmth in Grady doesn't know what to do with himself. The same goes for the Blue Room. Looking over to the sunbeam on my right I see that he's decided to only let it shine on his tail. He's used to being in the dark all the time, but he'll come around.

I got up so early today. I didn't get to bed until midnight -- what am I doing wide awake at 5? I've been indulging myself at nearly post-trauma levels to get away from the stress of work. For the last two or three days I've been sleeping like a rock, only to wake up and stare at the ceiling for a few hours until the alarm goes off. Today, unlike other Saturdays, I got out of bed at my workday time and started in on housework, opening windows as I passed them.

I'm still looking for PM opportunities that I can interview for now and start in May. I can't rightly afford a lapse of more than a couple of weeks in employment, period.

Comments

[skwairpegsback.livejournal.com]

Eddie never lets me sleep in on the weekends. He has to have his meds between 6:30 and 7 AM & PM every day, and during the week it fits nicely into my routine. On weekends though, I can't just give him his meds and go back to bed. He begins howling from his crate anywhere from 4am to 6am. Once I let them all out to go potty and give meds, my own bowels force me into the bathroom. Then I'm just UP FOR THE DAY and it's poop.

I wanted to open the windows yesterday but I think it's too soon to take the plastic off. It's supposed to go below freezing for the next few nights. Come on, spring!!!

[winifred.livejournal.com]

It's funny -- when Garret was still here Grady absolutely HAD to have someone out of the bed by 6:30 and would go to any length to make it happen. His target was always Garret. Now I can't get Grady out of bed unless I push him. He'd lie in bed with me all day if I let him.

[skwairpegsback.livejournal.com]

That's how my sweet Andy-pants is. When I had surgery we stayed in bed for like 14 hours! Remember Puffalumps? He's like one of those.