It's a gray, rainy day this Tuesday morning. Time to light some candles. I find they add a little serenity and a boost to the ambiance of days like this. I am not adjusting well to the change to Daylight Saving Time. I suppose the fact that the clocks transitioned during the night of my trip home from NC, and that I had to be 'up and at'em' early the next morning has something to do with the extent of my disorientation.
The "experts" say it takes six weeks for habits to develop. I beg to differ. After living for three weeks with some of my family in their home, I find myself frequently at a loss to remember where things are in my own house! For instance, Sunday morning, I poured water in my coffee pot and had to pause to recall where I would find coffee in this 'foreign' kitchen. In my defense, I will add that I was not yet fully awake. In fact, earlier, as I opened my eyes, I was perplexed as to where I was. It will also take some time to get used to not hearing other "people sounds."
Usually, when I return from such a visit, on my first day home, I feel almost like I never left. This time, I haven't plunged right in, so to speak. Instead, I am allowing the transitioning to take place gradually. I was home for a day before I listened to phone messages and another day before I unpacked. I have yet to open any of the mail that John has conveniently organized in three separate piles of newspapers, catalogs, and envelopes. For the time being, too, I am ignoring the cat-fur 'tumbleweeds' that are drifting (singing...drifting along like a tumbling tumbleweed...) around on the furniture and floors. Ah, yes -- Clementi! He has hardly left my side since he welcomed me home. He feels the need to be touching me at all times; either sitting on me, stroking me with his paws, licking me, or rubbing his saliva all over me. There is cat fur in the air I breathe and it sticks in my lipstick. The static electricity of my computer has created a 'furry' look to whatever I see on the screen. It is difficult to work when a cat persists on perching on my desk. With his teeth, he has shredded some receipts that I hope are not important. It could be that Clementi is retaliating. First, for my leaving for so long. Then, because he did spend all of last night in the hall pantry closet. I swear that was accidental! I even questioned the lack of his annoying presence when I turned in for the night but I supposed my homecoming was no longer new to him or that he might be stalking a mouse somewhere in the house. (He sits motionless for hours when he's hunting.) This morning, as soon as I stirred, I heard his pathetic yowling and knew right away what had happened. You'd think he'd learn! I keep mentioning to him, "You do know about curiosity and the cat, don't you?"
The rain is coming down quite steadily. I'm going to light my candles now and I'd better check the basement for leaks.
Oh...and feed the cat.
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