Halloween 2009 - Not Quite A Washout
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Lucy is scheduled for a tooth extraction this morning, which means we couldn't feed either cat after 10 P.M. last night. I waited until late to feed the cats, thinking that if they ate late, the morning hunger pains wouldn't be quite so fierce. Of course, both cats had zero interest in food last night. I'm on the floor at 9 PM, throwing food at both cats, trying to engage them. No luck. "You are going to be two hungry kitties in the morning," I warned.
This morning was brutal. For me. I'm eating cereal and both cats are lined up in front of an empty food dish. They turn their heads to watch me chew my food, then turn a sad gaze back to their dish. "The guilt is killing me," I called to Blair.
I admit it, I fell off the no-TV-watching bandwagon, and I fell hard. Yesterday it was brought home to me why I quit watching TV in the first place. I spent the majority of the day in front of the TV and, even though I told myself it was because I deserved some relaxation, I ended up tense, nervous, fidgety, and had a raging headache by the time I turned the set off and went to bed.
This was no doubt due to the amount of brainless fluff I watched for hours on end. In no particular order, I watched:
I did a major closet purge this week. Went through and pulled anything I hadn't worn in 2 years. There was a lot. The purging process gave me two insights into how I deal with clothes and, perhaps, life.
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