Airy Nothing Chatter

Yah! I stepped into the shower this afternoon and the water is set to 'very hot,' but it was barely warm. I like hot showers, but someone (who knows who he is) likes very hot and long showers. We keep our hot water tank hotter than recommended and still he manages to make the hot water tepid. We need to invest in one of those 'on demand' tankless, hot water heaters.

In other local news, March weather, this year, appears to be very much of the "Wait five minutes" variety. Five minutes ago I was thinking what a lovely, sunny afternoon it was. Two minutes ago it was pouring buckets. Now it's just gray and drizzly with a light wind.

Really! I was going to tell you earlier, but I got distracted. I've "encountered" it several times. Iqbal says he has, too. It's in our bedroom, so no one else has felt it.*

Iqbal feels it at night when he's reading in bed or just after. I feel it in the morning just before I get up. We don't see. We don't hear. What we feel is a cat jumping onto the bed and walking around. I've felt it sniffing around my face. Sometimes it sits near my face and sometimes near my feet. When I open my eyes, I expect to see Llyan. She's good at opening doors if they're not latched tight. But there is no cat there and the door is closed. (And Llyan doesn't close doors.) Iqbal jumps out of bed and looks for a cat to shoo out, but again the door is closed and there is no cat in the room.

*Mom says she has had the same experience many nights. I didn't realize she experienced it, too. Alex never did, but he had Ruby in there most of the time, so he wouldn't think anything about it if he felt a cat jumping onto the bed. (The main reason we kennel Emily at night is so that she doesn't disturb Mom at night.)

I'm happy that it seems to be a friendly cat. The real live kitties don't seem to be bothered by it. It's obvious that cats used to live in this house. The lower level woodwork was shredded in places. Even if we hadn't put a door in the doorway of what is now Mom's room, we would have had to replace the door frame. We also had to have the place cleaned of the cat smell before we moved in. The carpet cleaners did a good job, but still, when it's wet out, if we don't keep the lower level warm it has a lingering odor. Fortunately, Mom likes it hot. When we redo the floors, we'll definitely be using a blocking paint before laying down new carpet and tiles (gonna have "wood" interlocking linoleum [or whatever it is] strips for the main room).

I'm compiling a list of authors and links to their blogs (and will be doing websites, too). I'm pretty sure I don't have every published author who's on my friends list on this list yet. Take a look at the author list. If you're not there, please comment here with your blog title/link and website title/link and your real/pen name. If you know other authors who would like the publicity (OK, it's minimal now, but I'm hoping, and I bought your book(s) because someone led me to your blog), leave their name/website/blog info. Keep it public blogs and websites. (And if I've inadvertently included a private website on my list, let me know and I'll remove it.) Blogs don't have to be LJ based and if you have a different blog that you'd prefer I use, let me know that, too. Although, (seraphina-marie & reannon) while your Blogger/Blogspot blogs are interesting, your LJ's are a lot more fun. :^D (I could list both.)

Dreams are so weird. I dreamed that there was a wedding. I don't remember a lot of that part of the dream, only that it was going to happen in the UK and there was a lot of racing around to get everyone prepared to go there and then to make sure they had the information. There was a last minute change that required me (but it wasn't me) to get some new information onto the website so people would know where to go. I don't even know who was getting married. It wasn't me. I was a flunky.

But then that dream morphed, as dreams are wont to do, into something more nebulous. That is, oddly, the part that stays with me most, however, because I was coding my life. I don't remember the life, only the coding of it. My life. Everything I did had to be coded. Everything I would do had to be coded. Essentially my life was reduced to code.

That's when I woke up. I was thinking about it and, in a way, it's true. In this computer age, it seems that, at least for the younger generations, everything has to go online. We blog. We twitter. Our phones now are like GPS devices, so our friends know where we are every moment and can reach us at any time. Young folks hardly talk on the phone any more, but they are constantly texting each other.

In other words, everything we do is ending up as code, something more true for the younger, more cellphone and internet savvy population. I dunno. I like the internet. I like chatting away on my blog, whether or not anyone reads it. I like posting photos and videos. And, I enjoy reading and viewing other's posts. I certainly like the ability to look up information, too. I'm not as keen on cell phones, but maybe if I had one that did everything but wash my dishes, I'd be hooked.

The thing is, all of this keeps looking more and more like Big Brother and The Matrix combined. That's scary. Part of me says it just means we need to be careful and part of me says we're lulling our caution. I guess the answer is to find that place between blindness and paranoia.

I definitely woke up thinking, today.

I'm stressed. I'm not really sure why, but the craving to eat even though I'm not at all hungry is a pretty good sign. I'm trying to drink more instead, but that's working only so-so.

Part of it is because I woke up from a dreadful dream.

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