The illness is a minor cold than my mother and I caught from my dad, but I am a giant baby when I'm sick.
The grumpiness is due to the fact that I just had a slew of actually possible jobs appear on the horizon, and the last of them fell through today. I've been very ch
aracteristically optimistic about all this since July, but this big wave just knocked me off my feet.
Big wave + cold = pneumatic outlook.
I'm going to weakly cross my miserable fingers that perhaps my unemployment benefits appeal hearing went better.
However, I am watching Julie and Julia at the moment, and it reminded me of something that cheered me up immensely. Julia is chopping onions and weeping, and the last time I was weeping over onions, the cat was sitting on the kitchen window sill, supervising. When the fumes were at their height, the kitty started blinking like a crazy person. Cats usually squint their eyes when they're comfortable and happy (or when you squint yours at them -- try it!), but that's always a slow, languid blink of contentment.
This was, like, MANICALLYCONTENTSOSORELAXEDANDHAPPYR
IGHT NOWRIGHTNOWNOWNOWNOW!!!!!!!!!!!
She sat there for a long time, too, while I laughed/cried, before she finally ran out of the kitchen.
I do love her so. And isn't it interesting that onion fumes bother kitties too?
Kitty supervises A's sandwich.
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