Or something.

Good morning, world. It’s technically the first day of fall. This is bullshit. I shouldn’t be here.

Oh, yes. Guess who hasn’t had a poop explosion in a week? Yay! Switching food to something with more fiber cleared that problem right up.

Now, wanna guess who hasn’t pooped in half a day? And this morning doesn’t want to eat his kibbles or wet stuff? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHY CAN’T THIS CAT SHIT LIKE A NORMAL CAT?

The sun was here yesterday. It’s gone today, and i’m not exactly sure what the forecast is for today. I tried to do some outdoor stuff, tried to do the plants again. Nope. Instead, I watched the clouds roll in while I hauled the litterbox and its mats. Everything got a good scrub. I feel like it’s always a race. The litterbox gauntlet: haul everything outside, scrub it, sweep the bedroom floors, and put everything back in place before someone shits on the floor. In this case, I ran on hard mode, and also had to finish before the rain started.

I could have painted. Most recently, I finished something based on a picture that StressedRPh took on her Wyoming vacation last week.

I may or may not send it to her. On one hand, I’m sure she’d like it, or at least appreciate the effort. On the other hand, her husband is a very good painter. I’m not talking about hobbyist. He’s well known, with commissioned works in some important places and books. In comparison, my watercolor postcard of the Grand Tetons is, well, a postcard.

At the moment, everything’s overcast. I’m pretty sure there won’t be any outdoor stuff happening today. This really sucks, because Mom has plans to clean her friend’s house and I’ll be alone for a couple of hours. Normally, I’d take that time to get really blitzed and have an amazing flow session. Sorry, nope. Doesn’t look like that’s on the agenda.

Instead, I’ll take that time to clean my bathroom and tidy up my bedroom. Sitting in my room makes me feel the same way I felt back home, a weird mix of claustrophobia and failure. I need to clear up some stuff in there, and maybe clear out a couple of boxes.

Let’s be an adult today. Or something.

Update: Mom’s not feeling well, so no one’s getting blitzed today. Looks like it’s another day of gaming and giving Mom and Shawshank updates on the Gabby Petito and Murdaugh murders.