I have so much to do before I leave and here I sit on my ass, lurking on Facebook. What a time waste. Jesus. Why do I do that?
Anyway, life here at the zoo is pretty okay. Here's how it goes in the mornings:
1. Make the dogs go outside. Maurice goes with them.
2. Feed the cat(s). Our outdoor cat Luna and whatever stray is hanging about. Today and last night it was another orange cat whom we've never seen before. A full-grown cat and no, that cat is not coming inside. Ever. Feed Maurice inside.
3. Get the paper. Read some of it.
4. Go let the chickens out and give them scratch. I can't let them out until the cat(s) have eaten because the chickens rush their food bowl and drive the cat(s) away.
5. Fill the dogs' bowl.
6. Waste time on the internet.
7. Eventually drink my smoothie and figure out what I'm doing for the day.
8. Fill Maurice's bowl again because Dolly and/or Buster have wiggled their way under the butcher block and eaten her food.
No wonder we go through a ton of cat food a week. To even things out, Maurice will eat the dogs' food occasionally if nothing else is available.
When did I sign up to be an animal caretaker?
So that's about how it's going here this morning. I need to somehow get Anna here today to show her where everything is. Anna is staying here to take over the role of animal caretaker most of the time while we are gone. God bless Anna. I need to buy books. Yes, I will Kindle some of them but not all. I need a sewing kit for emergency repairs. I need to get my hair trimmed. I need to take stuff out of my suitcase. I need to do laundry and put more stuff in my suitcase. Underwear, mostly. I am also maybe supposed to go look at a house that Vergil and Jessie are interested in. I need to water the porch plants. I need to go to the grocery store and stock up on cat food.
I am now drinking my smoothie and I suppose this is my list of things to do.
I feel almost well. I guess. Facebook would like to know if my surgery prolapse went wrong. I am most grateful that I can honestly report that no, it did not in that I have not had prolapse surgery. Every time I see the words "transvaginal mesh" I want to die a little bit. I also want to give great thanks for the fact that my uterus is still where it's supposed to be as far as I know.
I hope I haven't just jinxed myself.
Happy Monday, y'all.