No explanations this week, I'll just jump right in:
1. Sweet sweet irony. Did anyone ever see "The Happening" by M. Knight Shamalayan? I know I probably butchered that name, but bear with me. First of all, I'm going to spoil it for you. It was the trees. They somehow rapidly evolve so that, when humans are grouped together (in decreasing numbers until the end, when Marky Mark displays how very little he actually reads before signing a contract for a movie), they emit a chemical that causes spontaneous, and often so over the top it's comical, suicide. Seriously, one guy throws himself in front of his lawn mower. A hand mower. Just silly.
Well, the irony here is, given how much we mocked that movie when we saw it, both MOTU and I are suffering in ways that could only be described as "the trees are trying to kill us". Our cars are yellow. Our clothes are yellow. I literally can't swallow today because my throat is so swollen. And all I can do is shake a fist (thereby stirring up the pollen even more) at the trees. Stupid trees.
2. Vantage points. (And as I typed that, FFF #3 occured...remind me.) There's one corner in our house where two baby gates meet, to keep Shelby "safe" in her room (see FFF#3 for why that's in quotes), Grisgris safe in his space, and Kini from eating everything in half the house. It's been happening more and more frequently that the three critters meet at this junction...what's great is that I'm the only one tall enough to see that all three are present...usually Kini and Grisgris are fussing at each other while Shelby just sorta howls at anybody blocking her from getting outside.
3. A living house. I lived by myself for a long time...3 or 4 years I think, all said and done. It got to the point where I would go out just to avoid coming home to an empty, silent house. I didn't want roommates, but it really gets lonely being, well, alone all the time. I'm not alone anymore. Now, even if MOTU isn't around, the house is ALIVE. Just this morning, during a meeting I called in to from home, I had to put the call on mute and sprint across the house to grab Grisgris as he was leaping over the baby gate that protects Shelby from his big, fat presence. Stupid cat. He literally just went in to drink her water. Kini will poke her nose in to eat Shelby's food, given the chance. It's pure chaos, I tell ya, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love our little zoo and how much it makes our house feel like our home.
4. Good, long runs. Tuesday was the season finale of The Biggest Loser. I ran for 1:15 of the show, covering just shy of 8 miles. Seriously, if I'd known I was that close to 8 miles I would've just stayed on the extra minute. But. That's the furthest intentional, consecutive distance I've covered since high school, maybe ever. Best part is, I'm not even sore from it! Though I will say, the best way to sabotage a long run is by wearing short shorts...yikes.
5. Flexible work geographies. Yesterday, I had meetings pretty much straight from 8:30 am to 3 or so pm. I called in from home to the first one and ended up just working from home the whole day. Over the course of the day, all three critters came to visit me:
Grisgris just purred away next to me on the couch when Kini was in her kennel: