Place

I do not look at the words (and remember them) ahead of time. So when I sit down to blog and I see the word I'm going to write about, many things go through my head.

But I have to sort through them and decide what I can make sense out of and what needs to be discarded.

I have gotten back out and have been running/walking this week. The temperatures are warmer and the snow has melted (mostly) off the sidewalks. As Bill starts his new job, and I can convince him to go with me, we'll start walking regularly. I'm not sure what regularly will look like. I would still like to run three times a week. If I can get him to walk three times a week, I would make that work.

I digress, while I've been running I have time to think. I've thought of many things to write about, but so far none of them have had to do with place.

I could talk about where the cats' place in our bed is; right in between us or on top of us.

But alas, I just took a long time checking my email and now it's too late to write any more.

Children of fur

I don't often sleep late. I like to keep my routine and stick to a schedule. Occasionally, usually on a Saturday, I allow myself a few extra minutes to sleep.

Today was one of those days.

Except the cats didn't get the memo.

Rather than be annoyed, I was grateful that they were concerned enough to try to wake me. That routine I have established has clearly made an impact on their day.

I was head-butted, jumped on, pounced on, climbed on, had a wet nose touch my nose, my ear, my cheek, I was kneaded, and I heard several meows.

When my bladder could no longer handle any more pounces, I gave in and got out of bed.

I managed to squeak out thiry-five more minutes. I'm not sure how and I know it wasn't peaceful. But I'm thankful to know that my cats care enough to make sure I'm okay and that I will get up. Even if it's just to feed them. (And no, that is not what they were trying to get me out of bed for today, they had plenty of food and water.)

things that go bump in the night

Last night Heather went to bed first. A little while later I decided to turn in. So I headed upstairs.

I didn't turn on the hallway light.

I don't like to turn on the overhead light in our bedroom, I like to turn on the bedside lamps. They're a softer light when getting ready to go to bed. The overhead light is so glaring. It's good for the morning, when you're trying to wake up. But at night, you don't need that bright light to jar your senses. You need the soft light. At least that's how I feel and so I typically walk around the bed to my side and turn on my lamp.

Last night was no different, except I didn't have the hall light to guide me. I was being very careful. I have a habit of miscalculating the end of the bed and running right into the foot-board. This causes a lot of bruises. So last night, I took that into account. I avoided this incident by using my hand to feel along to find the end. I walked around it and followed it to my side.

I was home-free.

And as I high-tailed it to my lamp, I crashed right into the tote that Bill had brought down from the attic. I had asked him to. It has my summer clothes in it. It had been sitting there all day. I had walked by it, gotten into it and for all intents and purposes knew it was there. Until the moment I forgot, which was in the pitch-black of our bedroom.

My second toe from the little toe (my ring toe?) took the brunt of the blow. How? I'll never know. But it did. My knee also took a bit of a hit and I managed to skin it, like I was a seven year old all over again. 

Remember Heather sleeping in the room next door?

I did and it was all I could do to not scream out in pain. I loudly whispered a few choice phrases, one of which included the oldie but goodie, "Ow".

Bill told me later it was all he could do to not laugh out loud because he knew something happened, and my reaction was entertaining, but he didn't want to wake up Heather either.

We're nice that way.

Today my toe feels fine. I think I'll live.

As for the tote? It was moved out of the way until I can switch clothes. It's safe, for now.