This was not the morning I was looking for...

On this first morning of standard time winter 2014, I was woken up at 4:40 by the cats, who were understandably confused. Gave them half-rations and staggered back to sleep - only to be woken up at 5:20 by an unknown number on my cell. At 5:20am you assume it's an emergency, right? Nope. Radio station calling the wrong number.

(why?  I have no idea.  I honestly idn't ask - but the guy seemed to think that I knew why they'd be calling.)

So let's just say I'm going to be running on leftover adrenaline & sheer pissed-offedness for the rest of the day. And the asswipe didn't even apologize before hanging up on me (once I explained to them in slightly groggy tones that yeah maybe they DID have the wrong number).

Day, you had BETTER give me something better today to offset this, or I swear I'm just going back to bed until Monday.

A Very Blustery Day....

One nice thing about the cold weather coming in (well, there are lots of good things, but...) was that I got a chance to try out the leather anorak I picked up in a secondhand store in Colorado. Two thumbs up - it fits loosely enough for a heavy sweater underneath, but not so loosely that it feels oversized, and it stops wind gusts from getting through. Plus: four very deep pockets. If it only had inside pockets, it would have been perfect... but considering I paid about $30 for it, I'm not complaining!

Meanwhile, Things Are Being Packed Up.  Yeah, I'm here through the end of the month, but the movers will swoop down to take my things mid-month, and I'll be gone five of those days beforehand for World Fantasy, so...  packing-up it is.  And I know I really don't have that much stuff, but a considerable percentage of it's breakable, and the other considerable percentage is heavy.  So there are a lot of boxes, and it's kinda stressful...

On the plus side, I get to look forward to two weeks of take-away, once they take away my kitchen stuff!  Unless I can convince Incoming Sub-Tenant to drop off some of her cookware early.... (I have paper plates and plaastic forks and cups already on the shelf)

And speaking of food, the asshole cats are insisting it is TOO dinnertime, an hour early.  Boomer may not talk much, but when he does he insists on being heard....

So what've you been up to, this hello-wintery weekend?