Coffee and Contemplation

I overslept. Every couple of months, I thoroughly pass out. I slept through my alarm, and woke up to sunshine and two snuggled cats.

Yesterday, I did nothing all morning. It was great. We went out in the afternoon, the weekly Sunday dinner at the Compound. Let me take the moment to curse the energies of the universe that make Brian’s mother’s cooking possible.

Yesterday, she made chili. She’d found a recipe, it only had four ingredients: meat, tomatoes, beans, and chili powder. She doesn’t like spicy things though, so she probably used barely a fraction of the chili. Then, she boiled the flavor out of everything. The final result was a pot of flavorless shredded meat with chunks of tomato. I tipped most of mine in the trash and grabbed an extra piece of garlic bread on the way out of the kitchen. And I didn’t feel bad about having ice cream last night.

The highlight of yesterday was watching Chaucer fight so hard to not snuggle with Brian. He likes to sit next to Brian, usually on the arm of the chair. At some point over the last year, Chaucer started sitting in my lap, which is an entirely new thing for him. He jumped into the recliner with Brian, let him scratch his head, and then curled up in the recliner with him. He seemed to pick a spot that was just outside what would be considered snuggling together. It’ll happen.

I don’t have much planned for today. I’ll get dressed and poi and maybe I’ll cook dinner tonight.