Sunless tanner
I look like I have maps of orange continents on my right arm, but
otherwise I look tan. I'm hoping the fake tan will disguise my
cellulite when I'm in Mexico. I miss Zule, he's in Miami in a hotel
that does not have internet. In the meanwhile, I've got one class this
morning and a whole bunch of packing to do. I really dislike flying, so
I'm taking a course book with me and forcing myself to study (Secured
Transactions). If I can get in the zone, the flight will be over
before I know it and I'll know about commercial collateralized
transactions at the same time. Oddly enough, as much as I like
travelling just with Zule, I go through a day of "mom withdrawal". I
get super concerned that something is going to happen when I can't do
anything about it. The last time I went on a cruise sweatone took his
first steps, the little bugger.
Last night the cat escaped. I finally lured him back in by shaking his
food container, which is traditional call to arms. Of course, all these
other cats showed up in the interim, and as much as my cat is a douche,
I thought "NOT YOU CATS, MY CAT". The animal has the size and
temprament of a manic steer. When he was a baby Zule carried him
every day to work on his shoulder, like a parrot. Of course, the cat
has middle child syndrome, badly. He is expressing his angst by trying
to escape and get hit by a SUV, the natural predator of the St.
Matthews house ca.
O fuck, I just looked over and there is a goddammed bird in my patio.