Speaking of crazy cats, Boots was close to death this morning. At 4 am, he woke me up by knocking over a container on my night table. Then, I figure, since I was up, I might as well go to the bathroom. I then found that the clothing horse, where some clothes were drying from being washed last night, to find it tipped over. He was chewing on my new shirt. Gah! He is lucky he is cute, furry and purrs a lot because I was not a happy camper. I eventually went back to bed and the offender was purring next to me.
I totally overslept yet again. I used to be the first person in the office. Now, I am lucky if I am not the last person. Even when I was at my lowest of lows, I got up early. The bed traps me now even if I look at the time. Maybe I need a cat who will wake me at 6 instead of 4.
I went to see my Mom yesterday. She didn't remember me at all. I think the days of her knowing my name without my prompting are gone. That partly put me in a rut yesterday, luckily, the walk to the beach helped me clear out my head. I walk out to my car and cry after visiting her. I will never understand why it was her to get this disease so young. Dad discussing dating doesn't help me. I understand that but she is my mother and it hurts.
I am looking forward to the spring ahead this weekend. Walking is my favorite exercise and with the hour of daylight after work will be great. I can get into my walking again. It might help me clear out my head and get out of this end of winter rut.
This time of year is my least favorite. The days are gray (not today!), everything is dead and bland looking, people are grumpy. I love the sunny days and the colors of summer.