I am feeling Blah today! Rare for me post surgery.
I think I am bored! Though I’m not sure.
It is rare for me to be bored. I really have no idea of boredom as a concept.
As a consequence, I have decided to let the feeling wash over me. You know as a sort of test, a way to analyse and assess my feelings. I figure if I treat this odd feeling as a scientific research project, I will be able to deal with it.
WTF!!!!!!!!
I must be bored, I hate science. Which is weird when I have a family of scientists.
Ok! I’ll give it a whirl. Here goes:
I’ve been up since 4.30 am ( Hubbies snoring, and thoughts of suffocation – his) got me up. After all it is illegal to suffocate someone, isn’t it? Even in extreme cases of wanting to.
I ask myself what else have I done?
First, even before seeing to my needs. I was greeted by three demanding cats and separated them after two fights, fed them, was almost suffocated by Prince Harry- a MaineCoon mix – he was cold (now there’s an idea for hubby😱). Played foot tennis (sort of) with the kitten. More jealousy and fights ensued. And I was left with three separated cats and some blood -mine!
Second, got sick of all the action and as soon as it was light, put them all outside. Nah! Bugger! This didn’t work they ran straight around to the cat door, And the whole process started again.
Third, made a coffee and sat down – phew! Put the Telly on – covid19 was on. Noooo!
Fourth, started reading the news. Covid19, shit.
By now my coffee is cold. I get up to make another one, bugger- I’ve run out of beans.
As I sit back down I can hear the dulcet tones of my hubby’s snoring, rocking the rafters.
Bored – Nah!
Tired- Shit yeah!
Far out!!!!!! I take a deep breath…
… Now, where’s that damn cat, ’Here, puss, puss.’
KJS Writing 