It’s Furious Balancing

In my opinion, Caturday begins Friday afternoon at 5:00 p.m.

I went to the Innernets to find a definitive definition¹ of Caturday and found myself distracted, as always, by completely unrelated links. It started with reading about LOLCats at the Wall Street Journal, then a LOLCat history that bandied about such words as “metacommunication,”² and I woke up when I found myself at Cats Who Look Like Hitler.

I even rediscovered the Viking Kittens Flash animation. I hadn’t seen that in years.

Where was I? Oh, yes, Caturday. The weekend. Thank God.

Time to fire up Squeaker³ and prowl the ‘Net. I’m at the start of a beautifully quiet three-day weekend with just me, the computer, the kittehs, and a can of aerosol cheese. Oh, and a lot of yarn. A serious amount of yarn. Yarn that is almost to the point of Developing a Life of Its Own and pulling an Anschluss in my living room.⁴ It isn’t as bad as all that, but I am at the point where an inventory of The Stash needs must be done. I have to see what’s there and what’s what so I can get my wee head around it all. I need some large, translucent storage bins, methinks. Just knowing the yarn is tucked away in corrugated cardboard boxes – without being able to see it — preys upon my anxiety levels.

Sorry; moving along.

Three days. The Husband is off in the Great State of Texas visiting family and I’m here trying desperately to recover my mental health after another hellacious work week. I like my New Boss and I like my clients and I like my job, but it is extremely busy right now. Not only am I getting the New Boss settled in and acclimatized, I’m dealing with High Season in the Death Care Industry. I read somewhere⁵ that more people die in January than any other month. I believe it. Come January, they start dropping like flies. Now, for most of you, if your clients die, your work slows down. Mine doesn’t. My clients Take the Big Dirt Nap and it’s time for me to file seven different forms with the Probate Court, and no, I am not exaggerating the number.

<<deep breath>>

Three days. Computer. Cats. Yarn. Aerosol cheese. Not necessarily concurrently.

1. Is this tautological? [↩]
2. I am not dissing the article. Go read it. Highly enlightening. [↩]
3. Some of you may know that this is the name of my computer at home. The rest of you, I’m sure, just find it odd that my computer has a name. When you have five (or is it six?) networked computers at home it’s not unusual for the IT guy (i.e., The Husband, or He Who Bosses Computers Around) to name the machines to keep them straight. [↩]
4. I shall resist the urge to make a bad pun with Lebensraum. Sort of. [↩]
5. And I’ll be damned if I can find any statistics online to back me up, but I know I read it somewhere and if I keep looking I have this feeling I’ll wind up at Cats In Sinks, or KittenWar and won’t be able to find a way out. [↩]

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