Wolf Wears Wool

I know, the site is behind.  This week’s update will be up tomorrow.  I know, I’m still behind on my daily  sketches.   I had planned to be caught up today, but . . . Life.

And I’m sorry about the blogs as of late.  I’ve been trying so hard to be positive and optimistic, but as of late, there has been so much getting me down that I simply have not been able to muster up the energy for it.

I realise that there are much bigger things going on elsewhere and much bigger reasons to feel bad.  For me, personally, this is a case of many little reasons adding up and making me feel so bad cumulatively that I just find it difficult to stay focussed on the bigger picture.  It’s not for lack of gratitude, I’ve got a lot to be thankful for . . .  Meanwhile, however, little things happening left and right fairly consistently are just pissing on my good spirits.  It is possible to be grateful and unhappy.  And right now . . . that’s where I am.  Thankful for my life and my situation in general, frustrated with many, many people and things in it.

Aaaaye.  Moving along like a . . . a . . . A moving van busting a move to ‘Move That Body.’  . . . Or something.

So, ah, yes.  This has proven a rather eventful week-or-so.  A lot happened very quickly, and I am sitting here wondering if I’m catching the wind off of a stampede of cheetahs just gone by.  It’s the Grand Nationals and I was just blinded by the glint of a hundred flying horseshoes gone past.

. . . Okay, F., now you are trying too hard.  Let’s take a step back, shall we?  Right.

I’m really truly and quite behind on my Daily Sketches owing to my having played host to my lovely K. for the past few days.  Suffice it to say, she is as lovely as I say and worlds beyond, and we had an exponentially lovely time.  It was, however, a rather emotionally tumultuous time as well, owing to real-life plots having suddenly thickened by an unanticipated fistful of cornstarch added to the mix.

Anyhoo, all purple poetry aside, Things Are Going On, forces beyond our control are at work and we are both still efforting to suss and sort them out for the better.  We’re optimistic, though!  It’s going to take bumtonne of muscle more than THAT to beat us!  We’re going to power through the muck, and, in the sage words of coworker Sherry,  ”This shit’s not gonna fly.”

And speaking of work . . . I’ve come to really appreciate the odd little surprises which make life that much more colourful day by day . . .

. . . I honestly came in the door and just busted up laughing.  Yes.  Apparently, we have a pot bellied pig at the shelter.  Sorry for the awful photo, I make no pretense of being any sort of photographer and especially when it’s with my phone, but here you are.  You get the idea, anyway.

At any rate, his name is Bugsy and he is quite amiable, even going to far as to roll over for tummy rubs.  And he’s surprisingly clean and . . . not-whiffy, all things considered.  I’d truly love to bring him home for myself, but living in a one-room flat with two cats and a bird and no back yard to utilise?  Ah, that would be a no.

Still.  Pig of random.  Randomly oinking and snorting amid all of the miaowing cats at URI.  I’m laughing again just thinking about it.  Because life is just . . . funny sometimes.  Yep.

Okay, wow, my brain flew out of my head like a drunken frisbee last night.  Forgot to blog.  Hoo boy.

Today was more eventful anyway, though I shan’t like to bore anyone who might be read- Right, okay, I can’t type that with a straight face.

Have some bullet points

-  Woke up this morning. . . . with no help whatsoever from my alarm.  Mind, I am not bragging.  Apparently the frisbee that is my brain was particularly tiddled last night, for I set my alarm for 6.15 PM rather than 6.15 AM.  The clock said 7.38.  I must be at work at 8.00 . . .  I was a mad maelstrom on wheels of screaming and running and toothbrushing and dressing and lunch-packing and cat-feeding and run-yellow-lighting.  Just barely made it to work at 8.03.  Phoo.  Needless to say, however, I did not have time for breakfast or tea.  And pre-tea F. is NOT a lovely encounter.  Thank the Lord I work in an animal shelter and have the good sense not to take it personally when my clients hiss at me.

- “No snot, no sneezing, no coughing.”

“One sneeze with snot.”

“Possibly some snot on wall, but it is near water dish and may be splashing, does not look too bad.”

“One sneeze, snotless.”

. . . I wrote about eight such notes today (cats in URI have to be monitored daily).  Behold my eloquence.  I shall be a novelist yet.  Can’t you see it, now? ” ‘S’ Is For Snot”, “Like Water For Snot”, “Catcher In The Snot”, “The Great Snotsby,” “Snottery Row”, “Anne of Green Snot” . . . Eurlgh,  that one was gross, I’m stopping now.  Oh wait, I can’t not do this one; “Harry Snotter.” Okay, I’m done now, I promise.

- One week old rabbits kits;

That last one is saying, “Okay, AND.  Super big double dream hands!”

- . . .  And.  Ah.  Today, K. laid a huge one on me and it’s a lot to digest at once.  I’m all but knee-jiggling my knee clean off waiting for her to get home so we can talk.  For now, I’m thinking on you with all my heart, hinny.  So much love.

. . . Ugh, you mean I actually have to be arsed with getting these daily sketches up.  Balls.  And here I was just thinking that now is the time to relax.  Nooooope.

Guh you lot it is raining the noo and when it rains F. can be counted upon for precious little and that is likely as not to include articulacy for changes in barometric pressure are something that F. is really quite sensitive to hence F.’s term for it ‘rain brain’ and also hence F.’s penchant for crumplemelting into a glob of uselessness at the first taptap upon the window seriously guys you could pour me into a bowl right now . . .

. . .  Bugger.  I really suck at this something royal, don’t I?

Yes, F.  You do, actually.

Better update when I’m not so frustrated.  Sorry, people.