Cabin Fever

I can't believe it's only been seven days since my perky little post about today's gonna be a good day hooha...

No inspiration. No motivation. Not one thought to string to another. Oh man! it's February. My father always said that February is the longest month of the year. Amen...and can I just go back under my blanket and watch another movie now? I'm busting my brains trying to motivate David and it becomes very clear that I can't even motivate myself. It's not him. It's not me. It's not an uninspired curriculum. My curriculum is exceptionally inspired, thank you very much. It's not ADD. It's not the economy, global warming or my 20 pound weight gain crashing head on into middle age (UGH). IT'S FEBRUARY. Living in the Winter Wonder Why I'm Here Land gets terminally tedious about this time of year. Sometimes there's not one thing to do but to just hang on and wait until it's over. Don't second guess the plan. Don't force the plan. Don't blame anything and, especially, don't blame anyone. It's February. February is loooooooong. Just hang on...this, too, shall pass...(going back under my blanket now............mmmm, nice and warm...call me when it's April...call me when the Black Eyed Peas get to town........and, uh, if you're looking for Otis?...he's with me...purring an 18 going on 20 pound purr...

Otis, the Witful One...

It's time for a few formal introductions. I shall begin with our Otis. He is the family menagerie and the love of our lives. He looks like a cat, acts like a dog and eats like a pig! This picture is several years old and, at the time, his BMI was probably in the overweight range. Since the love of his life is food, he has now been declared obese by our vet. We are going to attempt to help him lose a few pounds and it may not be pretty. He can be a real pest when he wants something like, uh, food, and not much can dissuade him. Especially when he weighs nearly 18 pounds (must be that food thingy.)

The other thing about Otis is that he loves to sleep with people. Not being content with the end of the bed, he most prefers to be snuggled up under the left arm. Mainly my left arm. Being 18 pounds, he is of serious consequence when trying to sleep. If I am sleeping on my right side, he paws at the back of my head until I roll over. He settles into my armpit and then does his happy paws in my neck - 18 pound happy paws on my neck and chin - and purring an 18 pound purr in my face with 18 pound whiskers sticking in my nose. There is no way to get any sleep. If I banish him from the snuggle zone, he goes down as far as my knees and lays right on top of them. Which is fine. Until I want to move. When I start to move, the behemoth does not move. I'm moving my legs and he's like a sack of potatoes, getting shifted and jostled around and never moving one muscle to work with the situation, except, of course, his 18 pound cat larynx muscles to whine.

But, just look at him. He's a handsome fellow and about as laid back as any feline I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Good thing. Someone in this house has to keep their wits about them...

Cheers,

leapinlily