And ... Done.

Finished. And no more details from me, at least not about the book.

We got our books at 12.15 last night this morning, which was pretty good. The "party" was more like a happy crowd in a bookstore; we spent most of it sitting in the cafe with the Other Chai. Once we had our books, we were on our way, and were home about 12:40. I changed, got comfortable, settled in on the couch, and said

"Eeuuw. What is that smell?"

It was cat shit, of course, which was liberally sprinkled over the half dozen or so towels spread out over the furniture in the family room for this very purpose. So I put my book down, picked up the icky towels, put down clean ones, and put the icky towels in the wash. Sat down again, all cozy, and said

"Eeuuw. What is that smell?"

Only to realize that it was all over the cat as well. Put down the book, reached for the wipes and the cat, and went to work. Poor Boo. Poor me.

I started reading at 1.00 and read until 4.00, but was getting up from time to time to put towels in the dryer, put more towels in the wash, etc. etc. Not a good night for Boo. And I was up and down myself, only I have the sense to go to the appropriate room and not on towels on the furniture (as one would hope.) But really, for the four hours that I was awake and reading, the bathroom was the busiest room in the house, and not just for me. I never knew there was that much night-time activity going on here.

At four, I put the book down and fell asleep on the couch. I approached consciousness around 5.30, but willed myself back to sleep. I was up, washed, and armed with coffee when I started reading again at eight. K slept until 10 -- she had also dropped off to sleep at four -- and we finished our books within an hour of each other early in the afternoon.

Now? Now we are both zombies. I tried to sleep a bit later in the afternoon, but no luck.

I caught up a bit on the phone with the Sibs, who got back from California late last night, but we could use an afternoon together. She was away for 10 days and we only had one real conversation during that time, which is not enough for us.

Well, I am just exhausted. I need to go move some cat towels to the dryer, and then collapse. I know, TMI, the whole cat thing is TMI. This is my exciting life, folks.

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