The high point of my day- I finally mopped the kitchen. Twice. It was so nasty. Not that you can tell, really, because that soft pine floor is so stained from our dirty feet and all the things I drop on it. But it will feel good to walk on and that's a fact.
When I was sweeping a corner before I mopped, I found a perfect squirrel tail and one organ which I assume came from the same squirrel who lost it's tail. I did not look at the organ directly so I don't know what it was. I just swept it and the tail into the dust pan and took them, averting my eyes the entire time, outside to the yard and tossed them into the bushes so, as if by magic, I could not be named as an accomplice to yet another squirrel murder, which of course I am, seeing as how Maurice is my cat.
Although an argument could be made that Maurice just allows me to let her sleep and eat cat food in my house, no ownership implied.
I am feeling pissy tonight. Probably because I didn't do much today. I did take a walk which was a poorly thought-out situation. I waited until noon when it was hot and the humidity was overbearing. I sprayed myself with repellent but when I had to duck into the woods off the path to pee, I was so swarmed that I thought that perhaps they'd find my dead, blood-drained body, shorts around my ankles in a day or two.
Because you know- I forgot to spray my butt.
This mosquito thing is not funny. It's actually scary.
So. Mosquitoes, floor mopping.
Oh yeah. I'm having fun now.
The new editor of Esquire magazine is not making me happy.
The article about Bruce Springsteen and his soon-to-be-coming-out autobiography in Vanity Fair sucked in my opinion. The writer inserted himself inappropriately and ended with a stupid personal "insight" that he had about the song "Born To Run."
But I must admit that this picture did not suck.
Let's see how tomorrow goes.
P.S. Maurice is belled already so don't suggest that. It would just piss me off even more.