OT/OOC

I am finally getting a little bit of holiday spirit. Maybe it's because I have yet another part time gig to help pay vet bills. Maybe it's because I'm done with wrapping and and had my yearly dose of the Jingle Cats.

derailment: The Jingle Cats are of course holiday songs with cat and dog noises replacing the melodies. I really adore Carol of the Barks. Instead of Ding, dong, ding, dong, it's bark, bark, bark, bark... and mews for the higher melody. I must play this once a year. The new cat, if there is one, is always alarmed. Some of the ones we have had a while are alarmed. The Hunt For Tortured Animals begins with a clawed crawl over me, my desk, and the speakers. Fortunately, no actual animals are harmed. By the end of the fourth song or so, our cats become bored and go take naps nearby.

But I think my real pool of happiness lies in the facts that I have taken the week off from the main day-job, and I will get to sleep Christmas eve in my own bed. No waving at my sweetie in the twin bed next to mine. No cuddling on an air mattress on the floor. No trying to sleep in the back bedroom of my mother-in-law's home either, or upstairs in Gram's house, or on the couch in my brother's home (all of which have been offered before). No, I can sleep with my sweetie in our bed. I will be comfortable, warm, and well rested. And no one will knock and ask if I'm ready for coffee yet or other hints to hurry up and dress because the youngens want pressies.

Well, I expect to see a certain cold black nose begging for Out, but that's expected and welcome. That's my favorite lump of coal every morning. :)  ¶ 12:39 PM