Yawn

I am incredibly tired today, as if I slept not at all last night, which is not the case. I did sleep, but in fits and starts. I don't know if I was restless or if the Hubs was, but he must have gotten up a dozen times, and I was aware of each time. I think this is a new way of life for him, not sleeping well. All his life, he put his head down on the pillow and slept like a rock until it was time to get up, but not anymore. I guess now he has some sense of what it's like to be me, sleep-wise, anyway.

He did, in fact, figure out how to put the lamp together last night, and changed the tail-light on my car today. So I guess he can function without sleep, although I think he didn't go into the office today, which is the first Saturday for a very long time that this is true. He seems to be starting to get the work-is-not-all-there-is-to-life message recently; it's only taken him 54 years. (Well, three weeks short of 54 years.) He did some grocery shopping in the morning, came home and mowed the lawn, and has otherwise been sitting out in the yard all day, reading or doing puzzles. Good for him.

K and I went to Michael's this morning (a craft store) to get some things for her room, mostly picture frames. We also wanted to get pillow forms so she can make throw pillows out of cute t-shirts she doesn't wear anymore, but they didn't have them, so we have to look elsewhere tomorrow. Anyway, I turned down an aisle and there was one of my younger colleagues from work, extremely pregnant and glowing like crazy. I knew she was pregnant -- she's due in November -- and boy, did she look terrific. This is someone who has an adorable three year old, but has otherwise had horrible pregnancy experiences, stillborn twins a couple of years before her son was born, and two late-term miscarriages, one also before he was born and one since. But she looks happy and good and whenever I see her I want to tell her to sit down and put her feet up! Anyway, we greeted each other and hugged and such and then she said to what looked like the empty air: "But she can't hear you!" at which point another one of our colleagues came from around the corner. I guess when she heard my voice she called out "I can hear you!", but of course that was lost on me. It was very good to see them both, and I guess they were happy to be out on a Saturday morning on their without their one-each adorable little boys. So that was my adventure of the day.

R spent the afternoon here, but we did not go to Wonderful Niece's because the kittens have moved on for now. What she has is a backyard that is somehow a haven for feral cats, and there are often mother cats there with litters. Animal control in her town wants nothing to do with this. So she and her husband will catch cats when they can and take them someplace, I don't know if it's a local vet or a shelter, and get them spayed or neutered, and then bring them back. Even so, there are still litters, and they try to find homes for the kittens when they can, and always find homes for kittens that appear to be separated from or abandoned by their mothers. They have two themselves (as well as two dogs who came from some other rescue place). They won't take the kittens away too young, of course, and sometimes the mothers move on with them before they're old enough to take, so they had a litter earlier this week but not today. This is all just as well for R, who's going away next weekend, and is planning to get her kitten, from whatever source, the weekend after Labor Day. There are many pet supply stores in the area that have kitten/cat adoption days once a week or so, and there's some kind of shelter in her town, so she'll certainly be able to find one when she's ready.

K is now upstairs hanging things on her walls. The walls upstairs are made out of tissue paper. This does not bode well.

It was an incredibly beautiful day today. It's anybody's guess what tomorrow will be.

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