random story

Once upon a time, this morning, I refused to wake up and was running on the later side of on time. The ridiculously playful cats were not helping me speed along, but, finally, I decided I would toss the mouse for Carter one last time (Dresden had already lost his toy and I wasn't going to look for it again) then put my gloves on and leave. However, I misjudged Carter's excitment and nearness because, when I picked up the mouse, he made a swipe at it and got my finger instead. In response, the side of my finger immediately began to bleed, I yelped and Carter jumped away and gave me a reproachful glare as if I'd hit him. I told him he was a bad cat and went into the bathroom for a bandaid.

Being blind (apparently) I saw neither of the two boxes until I almost gave up (planning to wrap tp and tape around my already ointmented finger), then picked up the higher of the two. (They're on different levels.) At which point in time, I discovered I do not give high pitched shrieks when startled but, with a deep voice, loudly spout nonsense. (such as "potato ostrich" which is not what I said, I've already forgot that, but something similarly bizarre.) You see, the box, instead of being flat, had a lump on it which moved when I picked it up. As it turns out (proven Sunday while cooking) it was warm enough in DC for several of the stupid stink bugs to wake up and migrate indoors, again. I think, however, he migrated down the drain, as he (and the box of bandaids) had been thrown into the sink (by me) and the sink has no drain cover.

Then I went to work and was not late (but very much just exactly on time) except I forgot my key card so I couldn't get in. And thus began my first day back after vacation and the first Monday of 2011.