Saturday dawned and I knew what day it was, so that was refreshing. Kiki was cute and a little needy with demanding the morning face rubs and fur stroking and I was happy to comply. Then she disappeared under the bed for the day, as is her routine.
There were grand plans to get paint for the chest of drawers and long bureau, and start disassembling the built in unit. These things didn't happen. A few more boxes were unpacked, flattened, and set in the recycle bin. A few pieces of furniture were relocated from one room to another or from one spot in a room to another. The magnet mount mini blinds arrived and were hung on the back door.
There was some lounging about in the increasingly uncomfortable arm chair and I can't wait for the sofa to arrive. Prime video. Wordle. Cleaning of the litter box. A walk around the neighborhood to get the mail. The freezing of vegetable soup. Unloading of the dishwasher. A walk around the yard to monitor the sunshine in an effort to choose a place to plant a peony in the ground. A brief and unsuccessful search was undertaken for the white and gold Buddha head that used to reside on the dining room table. There was consumption of Aldi Clancy brand potato chips which are thin, crispy, and delicious with the perfect amount of salt.
My wrist feels thick and overworked and I expect less than delightful news at my appointment during the week. The winter ice storm broken wrist is becoming the gift that keeps on giving.
The evening included the usual level of worship of Kiki, the ruler of my world, who was a extra vocal and meowy, as if she needed to remind me she was there. She let me pet her, and she even sat still, perfectly composed, long enough and close enough for me to take pictures of her. Such a good, sweet girl.
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