Woke up several times overnight with whichever hip I’d been sleeping on aching. That’s new. Yesterday’s near-total resource drain left me this morning only able to have a bowl of cold cereal and some quick-to-heat frozen sausage for breakfast.
Look, I hereby expressly grant permission to Meru and Willow to eat my corpse should I die and no one finds me before the next scheduled meal time. What kind of cat parent would I be elsewise?
I thought I’d gotten to lunchmaking in time but, nope: no sooner had I eaten a sandwich than the Weakening struck. Fed myself a quick bowl of cereal as an extra but had to go lie down pretty immediately. Head-swimmingly exciting.
Per the veterinarian, tonight I switched the cats from Iams indoor to Iams senior and I guess they are sufficiently similar that neither 🐈 batted an eye; both simply got down to eating.
ETA: In fact, I don’t know what’s in Iams senior but they inhaled it. I’m not sure if they even came up for air.
The world is too much today, apparently. For dinner, after thinking about nuclear missiles and listening to all of U2’s War, I first had some bread and cheese, then had too many lightly-salted potato chips, then now it’s snickerdoodles and coffee. If it helps anyone, I did have an actual breakfast and an actual lunch.
Yesterday’s truncated trip to the zoo due to extremely low, rapidly-depleting resources leaves me with the decision this morning of what will take fewer of what few resources have replenished during a thrice-interrupted sleep: breakfast out which spends money of which there’s never much to begin with, or breakfast in which requires a coherent brain that won’t cause an accident or something.
Bizarrely, it is nearly the mid-50s in Portland today, with lots of blue skies passing overhead, and so I credit myself for walking Lombard to see what if anything was open today, thereby finding breakfast that wasn’t at the bar. Back at home, my cats are fairly intent on my having opened up several windows to let the apartment air out before the weather inevitably turns again. Later, maybe: out for a latte (there’s at least one coffee shop actually open). Later still, for sure: the season premiere of Doctor Who.
Random updates: My insane prescription sinus congestion regimen mght finally be taking hold; we’ll see. I successfully left the apartment to sit for a latte and a book before Affogato closed for the day. Last night I ran up to Kung Food to grab some Pea Pod Pork for dinner which means leftovers tonight. After a brainfart on my part screwed me out of $5-off on Kobo, they gave me $5 credit. Today is a binge of Lost in Space season two and then my annual rewatch of Desk Set.
Today I learned from Michelle Delgado about Melitta Bentz, the inventor of the coffee filter: “Some articles describe Melitta as an ‘accidental engineer,’ but I don’t like that description. She didn’t stumble into her invention.”
That feel when after a long, perilous day hauling across town to visit your favorite breakfast place that’s closing, and to pick up tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner, and to be beaten down by public transit, you get home too exhausted to make lunch and then remember Kung Food up the street, realize you can afford to go, and sit drinking tea while awaiting the pea pod pork.
And then internet friends and strangers hit up my tip jar and I’m now good to go for being able to visit Byways Cafe next week (before picking up my Thanksgiving order from Elephant’s Deli), my first visit since they announced their depressingly-imminent closure.