Thursday word count starting: 106, 593.
Thursday word count ending: 105, 994.
Need to cut more. We still have at least two partial scenes we need to add.
Yesterday some crazy crap happened.
Batty – crazy outside cat who fights with all the cats and is convinced we are out to murder her despite years of us providing food, water, and veterinary care.
Tuna – enormous orange cat who belongs to Kid 1 and roams our house since Kid 1 temporarily lives with us right now.
Charlie Tubbins, aka Tubby, the French Bulldog.
Tuna’s favorite person when Kid 1 is unavailable
The setting: our small TV room, which is a square room right off the kitchen. We are sitting on the couch facing the TV with our back to the kitchen. Tuna is laying on the other couch, placed perpendicular to our couch on the right..
Text message from Kid 1: Mom, you haven’t replied. Are you ok?
Me: Sorry, a thing happened.
Kid 1: What thing?
Me: Batty was limping so we caught her and brought her inside, because she would come and sit with us and we could look at her paw. Dad and I stopped working for lunch and decided to watch an episode of Drag Race in the small TV room. Batty crawled on Dad’s lap. Everything was ok, but then Tubby kicked Batty in his sleep. Batty started growling and making Fight Me noises. Dogs got alarmed. Batty yowled. Then Tuna leaped off the couch, body-slammed Nyke (the black dog) out of the way, ran around the couch, jumped on Dad’s shoulder from the kitchen counter like one of those baby dragons Daenerys has in the Game of Thrones, puffed out to three times her size, and started pummeling Batty trying to protect Dad. Batty freaks out, Dad is screaming, dogs are barking, then Tuna knocks Batty off Dad’s lap, jumps on her, and they roll off the couch. Batty ran and hid under the other couch and Tuna positions herself between her and Dad and makes pissed off dragon noises. I took Tuna to the bedroom to cool off. Dad is bleeding in three places, the dogs are traumatized, Artha (the German shepherd) is hiding on her pillow. So I sterilized Dad’s scratches.
Me: Anyway, how are you? Is everything going well at the coding thing?
So, in case any of you are planning to yowl in a menacing way at Gordon: don’t. We have an attack cat and we’re not afraid to use it.
I have got to find Batty a home.
In other news, I’ve got 2 hours of sleep last night. I went to bed at a normal time, and then couldn’t fall asleep. I normally never do this. I sleep like a log. Last night I rolled around, worried about the kids, worried about work, worried about the flight to Paris, worried about Kid 2 who is in San Antonio for an event taking late night Uber, worried about kids’ relationship, worried about chest pain (I go to the gym a lot and all my muscles hurt all the time,) worried about the Uber ride some more.
I decided to read a book. I was tired so I grabbed something that looked like the Thing, with a group of scientists stuck in the Arctic with monsters. I thought it would play out like a thing. It didn’t. It’s 3:00 am and everyone in the book is dead in a horrible way, except for the leading scientist who had watched his wife ripped apart alive and realizes the mysterious monsters were actually hordes of Satan. It ends with him in hell repeating the day his wife dies over and over. Like WTF!
So I finally fell asleep at 4:00 am, because I looked at the clock just before I passed out. Got up at 7:30 am and went to the gym. I might skip today, because in my current state of mind nobody knows what I would edit in there.
Anyway, how are you? Happy Friday?