Pew Pew

Today started as one of those days where everything was getting on my tits. The girls, bless ’em, were already bouncing off the walls and going full tilt, while I could barely keep my train of thought on the rails. I ended up getting a bit snappish because please dears, let your mother have some caffeine. But nobody died, I got some work done, and I even got them to go play outside. It wasn’t what they wanted, which was the water guns pictured. But Z had plans to do a bit of gardening, so he was happy to watch them while they shot each other. I smiled and waved from the window; cat-me loathes getting hit with water guns. The last time someone did hit me with one, I walked up and slapped them in the face, so (though to be fair, I had said in advance of that incident that was going to be the result of anyone shooting me with a water gun).

It was a really good knitting night last night. There were only seven of us, but we were loud and chatty the entire time. I made some progress on my top, but that’s ’cause it was requiring me to think and I didn’t want to mess it up. I generally make good progress on a night, and while any progress is good progress, it was still less than I ‘like’ to make. Is fine though. I’ll hopefully make some good progress over the weekend. As usual, there’s little to nothing planned, outside of making a token appearance at a friend’s party. I’m looking forward to that in a tired sort of way. I’m glad we were invited, I’m glad that we’re going, but the whole jazzing myself up thing is exhausting.

Speaking of jazzing myself up, I should make myself eat dinner. I had like, three bites of my dinner last night and am only vaguely hungry now. I guess right now I’m hungrier midday and eating more then, and it’s carrying me into the evening. Or maybe it’s just what I told Z — that I’ve gone off of the lasagna we normally buy. Fingers crossed dumping a bunch of seasoning on it makes it more palatable, ha ha.

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