Last night's party carried on till nine. They're up again this morning at six - sprinklers going full flow. Do you know how creepy it is to see someone moving sprinklers in your garden? To sit in your bedroom, look out the window straight into the face of someone looking in - even though he's just walking past? I just happen to look out at the same time - it's still creepy!
I woke up early with cramps. With this many paws, I haven't been taking my anti-cramp tissue salts regularly, so my levels are low. I had better re-stock my levels today. Wouldn't want to re-live the cramps I've avoided for the past 2 decades. My colon is also playing up - it's the prolonged anxiety.
Staying calm and rational in this environment is just more than I can do. I'm struggling to think straight - and thinking straight is essential for planning, so my planning ... haphazard at best! I really, really need privacy - and with everywhere I go, everything I do open to observation and shouting? Not that I'm always being observed - just that I never know WHEN.
This is ridiculous! I'm sneaking around in my own home! Only, that's the point, isn't it? I'm meant to feel that it's not my home ... and it's working. Not just on me, but on my mippies as well. They spent the whole sprinklers-on morning huddled inside. By the time the sprinklers are done, it's their nap time. It's not just the sprinklers, but having my landlord walking around my garden that has mippies running inside, hiding.
Well, I've packed a bunch of things into their factory boxes ... making progress. I've also done the laundry - but not the dishes, nor any cooking. That's a problem, isn't it? I can't dedicate my entire weekend to packing - I still have normal stuff to do. Or I end up going to work naked and hungry.
The skies turned dark early tonight, my ladies all came home to be safe ... Mewthos? Stays out for who-knows-what. I called and called, the ladies mipped and complained, eventually he came running. It was very early, but I'm relieved to have all my mippies home safe and sound when there's a chance of thunder and rain.
Around eight it starts pouring down by the bucket load. I wonder whether the sprinklers will be turned on again tomorrow morning?
Anyway, I'm off to bed, cuddling mippies. I could do with at least two more hands, though ...
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