Yeah, well, I lit the fires and got the work done, but then I sat down briefly and the cat cuddled me. I lost an hour or so. Whereas a cat happening to sit on you is possible to deal with, a cat cuddling up, gazing into your face, needing to be held and loved – which is what eCat does, she loves to be loved – must be humoured. Then I had a two-hour meeting, fortunately online, so it was too late to do anything useful except cook dinner. It’s now 8 o’clock and I want to go to bed. I liked being an owl so much better. And waking in the night is a problem if you have things to worry about. I’m tired of being like this, I want to be me again. Tim would prefer me to be me, too. I’ll work on it.
My sourdough loaf doesn’t seem to be rising much, but it can have the whole night to be sensible. It’ll get the picture in the end. I’m not going to be dictated to by bread dough.
This afternoon a friend mentioned how she starts the day thinking she will get five things done. However due to interruptions, animals demanding cuddles etc. she often only gets one thing done. Agree. An uncle commented after he retired from work, he seemed busier in retirement. He wondered how he ever managed to work full time and also get things done.
When I’m busy, I can still be efficient. But if I don’t need to be, I embody the saying that work expands to fit the time available. Is that Parkinson’s law? I think so.
Words that would go with “sourd’oh” could be “flunk” and “murk” – but francly, wouldn’t that clash with “cat cuddles” ?
I’m sure you’ll be you again.