days

Hello, internet.  Did you have a good weekend?  My weekend was pretty okay.  I am going to tell you about it, because this is my blog, the place where I Tell Things.

On Saturday, I slept in.  Even when one's job does not often require them to rise early, it still feels good to sleep in on a Saturday.  In case you were wondering.  In the morning, I got all my doors ready to post for the upcoming week, then I put Lani in the back of my jeep and drove off to check on a cat.  I'm not technically supposed to take my dog along when going to a pet sit, and I only really do it if I'm only going to be checking on cats and if I'll be anywhere in the area of the dog park.  The people whose cat I'm feeding hadn't actually left for their trip yet, which was odd, and awkward, and I was quite happy to drive away and sit in the sun at the dog park for a spell.

There were lots of dogs in the park, along with their people, a few of whom were handsome dudes.  I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll meet my future husband in a dog park, which is a secret I've never told anyone but now I'm telling you, internet.  I did not, however, meet him on Saturday.  After we spent 45 minutes being socially awkward (Lani tends to bark at children--I think she sees unnaturally small people and it weirds her out), we headed to the library to drop off a book that was due.  I hadn't actually read it yet, as I'm in some kind of reading slump, but someone had put a hold on it and I couldn't renew it.  I returned home determined to read one of the two remaining books I had checked out. 

Here is where I make a confession: I am a reader of romance novels.  It's something I've gotten a good amount of flack about over the years, so it's not something I tend to bring a great deal of attention to.  Don't mistake me, I'm not ashamed of it.  In real life, I'll talk your ear off on the subject if given half a chance.  Saturday, I sat down determined to break my slump, and I did.  I read Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas, who is hands-down my favourite romance novelist.  It was fantastic, and I'm very glad that I waited as long as I did to read it, because it means I don't have to wait as long for her next books, due out in May, and June, respectively.

After finishing the book, I went back to actually feed the cat I'm sitting for, hoping that waiting until 8 pm would have given the family plenty of time to leave.  I had been told to expect not to see the cat, but he crept in, ghost-like, while I was getting his food ready.  A dark Siamese, he crept out again, as silent as before, when I turned away momentarily.  I'm thinking of him as my creepy ghost kitty.

On Sunday, I woke up to a bed full of animals and the scent of cinnamon rolls.  The second library book was first on my mental agenda.  I had been number 236 on the waiting list for it when I signed up, so there was no way it was going to get returned without being read.  It was Sizzle, by Julie Garwood, a romantic thriller that was neither thrilling nor particularly sizzling.

I returned both of the books on my way back from checking on the creepy ghost kitty, who materialized in one of his cat beds while my back was turned and decided to stay and let me talk to him.  He's an old guy, and partially deaf, but pretty sweet.  I had brought both dogs with me, and they had stuck their heads out the window and started a fight with the dog next-door while I was inside.  Hoodlums.

The rest of the day was spent going through my DVR backlist, writing e-mails, and developing a raging migraine.  Thrilling, I know.  I tried to start a third book, but when a character was decapitated in the first chapter and all I could thing was "The lucky bastard," I decided it was time to turn it in.

Right now, this is my life.  I sort of want to preserve it before I go off to somewhere entirely new and do something completely different.  What will my weekends look like then?  I'm eager to get started on it, but at the same time reluctant to say goodbye to these sometimes boring days.