Wanderings

Looks like one of my afternoon posts didn't make it to the web :(

One of the drawback of wearing these godforsaken fitness bands is that you get addicted to knowing your daily steps, and feel like crap when you don't accomplish your daily goal.
Almost twice a week ( on days when I'm not working out ) I fail at my goal. I've realized that if I stay in the house alone, without getting out much, I end up with not more than 5000 odd steps, and that is a pity.

Alone but not entirely. My feline friend keeps me company and for that I'm thankful.

Tell you an odd incident that happened just this evening.
I had dinner in the oven, and I was on the couch reading a book sometime around 5:00pm, and I didn't realize when I shut my eyes and died for about 25 minutes. This is such a rarity and an oddity too, since an occurrence like this perhaps only takes place once or twice a year at most.
Right, so I'd dozed off and I felt like someone touched my legs. That very instant I opened my eyes, worried that the food in my oven must've burnt and wondering what walked on me, to see that it was Gogi cat, treading on my calves like he owned it.
Now, the funny part was, that there was a lot of steam gathered on my glasses. A quick musing and I understood that the cat probably breathed on my face, perhaps to check if I'm alright, and then proceeded to jump on the couch to sit in my warmth.
I don't know why he was breathing on my spectacles but this gesture alone warmed the cockles of my heart.
I got us a blanket and we stay wrapped in it on the couch with him dozing soundly, curled in the nook of my knees.

Gah, am I beginning to sound like a cat lady?

Gah, what can I do? When two entities alive in the same house forever seethe with unspoken irritation that borders on cold hatred, there's not much to turn to in terms of comfort.
Icier than a glacier and more cruel than betrayal.
The times we live in, or rather try to.

Ah well, in each life some rain must fall.

The last time I mentioned coffee on this blog was also the last time I had some.
Each month I need the purge caffeine from my system for a week. I need to, otherwise I kinda get sick. Weird, isn't it. But really it isn't. Something to do with the levels of my trypsin enzyme production that kinda gets off balance with stuff that's acidic in nature. And coffee and tea are pretty fucking acidic; though I can think of a lot more acidic things. Last conversation for example. Hah, I'll kill me with my sad jokes. Now that's an oxymoron. You know what else is an oxymoron? Well.. that's a sadder joke for a sadder time.