I am on vacation. That is, I have a bit of time off between my summer job and the opera. I am spending it by cleaning up the cat hair and cat gack that accumulated in my apartment over the summer. That and napping.
Yesterday I accomplished part of my to do list by cleaning and mopping the bedroom and hallway. Then I set out to run a few errands, kitchen restocking and whatnot. I also planned to stop by the opera and check on some things and use the internet since I cancelled mine before I left and I needed to print out some receipts and that’s not possible at the other places where I can get online. Then I was going to meet up with the Friday night knitters.
At the opera, my key would not turn in the lock. This is not unusual because the door is out of whack. But, it wouldn’t work in the other door either. No access for me. It is now past 5pm and if people are still there I don’t want to disturb them since I am not on contract yet anyway.
I head to knitting instead. The coffee place we meet at is empty of knitters and there is no reserved sign on our table. I am hot and bothered. I order a smoothie and check Facebook on my phone. Knitting cancelled. I also attempt to check my opera email but either the password has been changed or I simply can’t type it in correctly on my teeny tiny phone keyboard. Another fail.
I drive home. It is hot and I have been in California all summer where it is hot but not so unbearably muggy. My car works better if I don’t use the air conditioning in city traffic so I have the windows down, sweltering and breathing in car exhaust from the other vehicles.
Once at home, all I want to do is lie down in my cool apartment. I proceed to the bedroom with it’s newly clean floor and behold: fresh cat gack.
Clearly I was just supposed to stay home and nap.
Tangletale 