Friday 21 November

Definitely colder this morning. I can only guess how much. Unlike yesterday, I did not unsnap my jacket by the time we got to the cathedral of spruces. I wore warmer gloves too. It felt fresh and crisp and not all that bad once we got going. I saw fresh deer tracks in the turf, and the dogs were all frisky and eager to sniff at apparently everything.

But I am tired, worn down to a nub as the week will wear me down. I never got to wash Fergus yesterday. I had planned to after work since I ran out of time before work, but by the time I got home from choir, and then walked them -- and it was freezing, I even wore my scarf and gloves during choir -- Fergus went right to his bed. So I wasn't about to rouse him up to torment him with a cool vinegar wash. Hopefully this morning I can get my shit together enough to wash him.

Anyway. I slept well, like a heavy stone falling smoothly into dark waters. When Matthew wanted out around 5am, I was surprised it was that time already. And then I pretty much fell right back to sleep until 6. I made myself look at the clock, and it was a good thing I did, as I was in an obvious state of disbelief about the time!

I carried home groceries and a big bag of dog food yesterday, then quick got right to stuff once I was home so that I would be ready to go to choir. I made eggs with onions, celery, potatoes, and cheese for supper, that thing I do that is kind of like a fritatta except it isn't broiled at the end to brown the top. I had it with some sourdough bread and was going to have kraut too, but that was afterwards and the kitchen felt so congested with frickin furry little monsters, it wasn't worth the effort. That and the sink is overflowing with dirty dishes--------

C told me we have choir on Tuesday next week because of the holiday, and so she and I will have to leave early to get down to the bus in Albany. She suggested we stop for ice cream on the way back! She said M might be hungry -- she's great, C is, she thinks of everything. As of now, I have made no arrangements for getting back to the bus on Sunday. And as of last night, I had no idea they had planned choir for Tuesday.

I really am starting to OD on fragrances at work and am doing my best to avoid them, which is a tricky task in a place saturated with scent. I was in the store at one point and the new candle he was trying out in there was fairly well making me sick. It is one that he loves -- Vintage Gardenia, he is calling it -- but my nose is so overwhelmed, it just smells like hot wax to me, and leaves me queasy. There is another he is trying out in the bathroom and that one doesn't bother me -- it's actually one I encouraged him to try and he likes it very much, so there's that. We are trying to think of a name for it.

I think my little birds need seed in the feeder again! I keep forgetting to do it, and really should get to it, these nights have been so cold, and even the days haven't gotten much past 30.

I came home from choir and after all the stuff I had to do, I went to bed and read for a bit. Matthew was already tucked in under the blankets, already in the spot I usually move him to, so that was all good. But I had to throw out Topaz and tell Inca no. I was too tired to deal with cat drama last night.