Since coming home from Thanksgiving dinner at Bill’s sister’s house, the truck sat unused in the garage until today. Until I went out there this morning, on a theory, and tried to start it. And was summarily denied. So I hooked up the battery charger. There’s something about popping the hood, clamping red to red, and black to black, that makes me feel very manly and accomplished.
There goes my yoga and grocery shopping and post office plans. Frozen burger meat will magically reappear on tonight’s dinner plates as meatloaf. My go-to, “Shit, there ain’t nuthin’ in the house to cook!” meal. And my yoga class will be replaced with a DVD. My back, neck, and shoulders are SCREAMING for some good, therapeutic stretching. I haven’t been able to sleep well, for several nights running, for the pain. The post office will still be there at lunch tomorrow, though I hate going at lunch time for the lines. Ah, well, has to be done.
The cats are putting up quite the protest this morning. Since cleaning the HELL out of the bedroom last weekend, they have not been allowed back in. If you’d seen the sheer amount of dust and cat hair that I removed from the room, you’d understand. It was even stuck to the walls, people. So, since I’ve been having a hard time with my asthma lately (always happens when the weather turns cold), I figured I’d give my lungs a break and try to keep the room allergen-free for a while. But, see, it is actually FRICKIN’ cold outside, and the cats can’t understand why they are no longer allowed to sleep with us, in comforter-and-body-heated warmth, at night. Right this second, Oz is yelling at the bedroom door, and Zoe is querying at the bathroom door, and every now and then a handle rattles. Because they’re used to hanging out on the bed during the days that I work from home.
Apparently, they’re more routine oriented than I am. And that’s saying a lot.
Gadget and Gypsy aren’t minding the cold, though. They get to come in at night and sleep in their cozy, pillow-lined crate. During the day, the move from sunlit spot to sunlit spot out in the back yard. They’re hanging out in their crate right now, because it turned windy on us today. Right at this moment it’s 36(f), and nobody in Arizona has even heard of wind chill. According to this calculator, it’s actually either 21 or 28 degrees, depending on if you go by the “old” calculation or the “new” calculation.
Either way, my traditional Monday morning pre-landscaper doodie duty is going to SUCK worse than usual.