![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraThe AC unit is now out of the window by my workspace, giving me an unimpeded view of the greensward on the southeast portion of the property. I was staring out it yesterday, hoping for inspiration—when I spotted a black and white cat.
Molly?
I mean, maybe.
I really should have continued watching the cat from my window to see where it went, but instead, I leaped up, ran outside, and by the time I got there, the cat was gone.
The cat looked healthy.
I couldn’t tell if it had Molly’s distinctive harlequin eyepatch.
But maybe.
Molly, for all her shyness around humans, was—is?—an excellent mouser. (So’s her sister, the plump, irascible Mabel, who redeemed herself with Iggy by catching not one but two mice the day after I got back from Atlantic City.) Molly would be able to feed herself in the wild.
So, there’s hope on that front.
###
Other than that, it was grey all day, and I was utterly miserable in an undramatic way.
I had no social plans for the day, but there were lots of people I could have called up & babbled with.
But I didn’t want to call them up. What would we have talked about? Death and entropy?
All I wanted to do was sleep.
Since nothing has changed in my life since last week, when I was relatively sanguine, all I could think was that this was the seasonal affective disorder debuting early.
UGH.
Molly?
I mean, maybe.
I really should have continued watching the cat from my window to see where it went, but instead, I leaped up, ran outside, and by the time I got there, the cat was gone.
The cat looked healthy.
I couldn’t tell if it had Molly’s distinctive harlequin eyepatch.
But maybe.
Molly, for all her shyness around humans, was—is?—an excellent mouser. (So’s her sister, the plump, irascible Mabel, who redeemed herself with Iggy by catching not one but two mice the day after I got back from Atlantic City.) Molly would be able to feed herself in the wild.
So, there’s hope on that front.
###
Other than that, it was grey all day, and I was utterly miserable in an undramatic way.
I had no social plans for the day, but there were lots of people I could have called up & babbled with.
But I didn’t want to call them up. What would we have talked about? Death and entropy?
All I wanted to do was sleep.
Since nothing has changed in my life since last week, when I was relatively sanguine, all I could think was that this was the seasonal affective disorder debuting early.
UGH.
no subject
Date: 2024-09-29 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-30 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-30 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-30 05:12 pm (UTC)