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I've finally got my Christmas shopping taken care of, and most of it's even arrived in the post, and it's all sitting in boxes ready to be wrapped and has been for days. Usually I kind of like wrapping presents, but this year, I don't know, every time I think about getting started, this feeling of entrapment fills me, and I do something else instead. Like this entry. I don't have time to wrap more than a present or two this morning, but I have time to wrap at least those, and then I'd be a little closer to being done. But am I getting up? Nope. Nope.
Also, the cat has taken to sleeping with her spine aligned with my mouse arm while I'm sitting by my desk. Normally, I am charmed by it, but today, there's not quite enough space for her to lie the way she wants to lie, so she's been resting on top of my arm, straddling it, looking at me with impatience whenever my arm moves more quickly than she feels it ought to. Again, I'd ordinarily be pleased to sit like that with her -- Rachel is the shy cat, even now that she's the only cat, and so any overtures from her are to be savored -- but today, I finally just picked her up and put her on the floor, and OMG it will take her a whole day at least to forgive me for that because being held, even for like 0.5 seconds, is pure torture for her, and I am feeling guilty, in a defiant way, about that.
This is clearly one of those days when I'll be better off at work. I think I need a little time to clear my head.
Also, the cat has taken to sleeping with her spine aligned with my mouse arm while I'm sitting by my desk. Normally, I am charmed by it, but today, there's not quite enough space for her to lie the way she wants to lie, so she's been resting on top of my arm, straddling it, looking at me with impatience whenever my arm moves more quickly than she feels it ought to. Again, I'd ordinarily be pleased to sit like that with her -- Rachel is the shy cat, even now that she's the only cat, and so any overtures from her are to be savored -- but today, I finally just picked her up and put her on the floor, and OMG it will take her a whole day at least to forgive me for that because being held, even for like 0.5 seconds, is pure torture for her, and I am feeling guilty, in a defiant way, about that.
This is clearly one of those days when I'll be better off at work. I think I need a little time to clear my head.
