I dream of kittens

I had a new house - somewhat run-down, and I wasn't quite sure if I'd just bought it and not moved in yet, or just moved in, but still had to do work around the house. Dru came over to helps me with... something, and then all of a sudden, I had houseguests.

There were a couple of random women who were apparently neighbors, and Tom Felton, and one (and only one) of the twins who play the Weasley twins. I served up tea and cookies and then realized I was missing something - kittens! Where were the kittens? I had to find the kittens!

I found my two cats - Hobbes was shamelessly prostituting himself per his usual, and so was Laurier, instead of hiding as he usually does. But no kittens!

Then I found the stairs to the basement, and picked up eight of about a dozen kittens I had stashed under the stairs. Some of them had been trying to come up, so I attached them velcro-like to the front of my sweater, and then brought them upstairs to my guests. Apparently my subconscious a) really likes kittens and b) thinks teenage actors turn into absolute mush over kittens.

Then the guests went home and I had to go on a kitten hunt before bed. I found several of them asleep under the couch and a few curled up around Dru, and Laurier cornered by a very fierce little tiny black kitten that could have been Hobbes' clone.

I almost died from the cute, but woke up before complete brain-death.

Cramming things into 8-hour days

So last night I went to bed early because (well, I was tired) but I wouldn't let myself arse around on the computer anymore, and I didn't want to do any of my actually productive sort of crafty projects. I'm ten rows away from finishing my sock, but I somehow can only work on it on the bus these days. I feel all productive at work and then I get sucked into the Lazy at home.

Today I need to be home by 4 to show the Blue Beast to some guy, who beyond all logic, wants to buy it. (We hope.) So I took my lunch hour to do my little bit of grocery shopping, and amidst the blooms and flowers, I was mourning the lack of fruit at this season - greens aplenty for the next couple of months, but I can't start haunting farmer's markets until June, really. And then I found a 4lb flatof strawberries on sale.

My dream house now has a greenhouse off the kitchen in addition to the vast two-story library, the hot tub, the llama ranch and the kittens in the basement.

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Oh, poop. I would try out a ciabatta recipe without checking the time needed. I'll be up past my bedtime just waiting for the bugger to rise!

Ah well. I'm feeling good - light load at work, and I skived off early to come home and show the Blue Beast to some suckerpotential buyer. He ran off before I could get home, but did leave a note and an offer - not what Dru was asking, but that's what the OBO is for - get the damn car off our hands!

I need to talk to the manager about a plumber - the block in my tub would be more annoying if I hadn't started showering at the IMA (yet another impetus to work out, so I'm not really complaining), but it's gotten so that if I fill my sink, and drain it, it bubbles up in the tub. That's bad, that is. And I'm hoping it's far enough down the line that the condo association pays for it.

Meanwhile, strawberries.