I have managed to go a whole weekend in a tee shirt, going nowhere but my couch, reading a trashy novel and watching soccer. And 4 cats who seem to do nothing all day but sleep. Amazing. It has been quiet and refreshing and in some ways revitalizing to do absolutely nothing. I am now prepared for 3 days - 30 hours- of administrator leadership training at the hands of my employer. Up and at work every day at 7 AM- an ungodly hour which means I am up at 5 if I shower and do my hair. And take care of the cats. And figure out what to wear. I must say it has been easier than in past summers- I seem to wake up by 5:30 without too much pain and suffering. But if I try to work out or have a meeting and don't get home til 7 and then try to get to bed by 9 for 8 hours of sleep, the day just drifts past me. And one thing I have decided is to really try to make each day count- to be conscious of that day and whatever happens in it. Which is hard to do when it is so crammed with stuff at work; and when I am a constant worrier about anything and nothing. So, that is my challenge to myself- live the day.

Oil spill in gulf- the end of the gulf as we know it. The end of thousands of sea animals and fish. Just wait till hurricanes arrive and push it all inland- then we will have contaminated land and we will never recover from the recession. Does anyone else cry daily about this disaster? Besides the fisherman from Louisiana I mean? And then once the current takes it out into the Atlantic that is the end of it all. Some have likened this to the dustbowl of the 30s. But people could escape that. Animals could escape that. And it really didn't spread. This will just continue to spread and it cannot be escaped. It will poison the waters for 100s of years.

Wow- well no one is following me so doesn't matter I haven't posted in a year! I am now moved into my condo, painted the walls the colors I wanted. Zelda died; Riley died. I adopted Sterling who got ringworm and spent 5 weeks in isolation. Adopted Rochester and Emma. Sold Rochester- he was a biter. Then I bought Georgia- 5 year old Maine Coon- and Lucy - 1 year old Maine Coon. Fighting tritrichomosis parasite infection for 3 months. Lots of poop lots of medicine still no cure. Lucy getting spayed today. Georgia gets dental work next week. Then in August or September need to spay Emma.