Stacy Horn

A real time report of things I’m happy about right at the moment: So You Think You Can Dance starts up this month, I have a book contract and a book to work on, I have a purring cat on me as I type this, it’s not hot out, I can hear birds and trucks (I find truck noises calming) and most of all, I’M NOT RUSHING OFF TO WORK. I would have been gone for a half an hour already normally!!

I’m also happy about this very clean window. I couldn’t afford to have the windows cleaned this spring, but the one I sit in front of every day was particularly dirty and it was depressing me. So I bought a squeegee with a long-ish handle to try to clean it myself. If I wasn’t afraid of heights this would be less of a deal, but I can’t hang out the window. Or step on the fire escape which is right there and would make this job so easy.

I had to really contort myself in order to reach every corner of the glass without hanging out the window except a little bit. But voila! A mostly clean window. It makes me happy.

A man in uniform on a horse on the streets of Manhattan. Oh, that made me think of that great Old Spice commercial. “I am on a horse.”

So I upload a photograph and start to post and I look at the clock and realize I have to feed the birds and go. I’m turning into such a bore here!

All I talk about is how little time I have for anything. And how stressed I am. Ugh.

I posted this because of the Wendy’s. Even in the caverns of Manhattan, fast food joints.

But

I

have

to

go!

Be

back

later!

I talk to my cats like this actually. When I have to leave I assure them I will be back and there will be much love and kisses then.

I’m trying different catfoods for Finney. He likes the gravy of the Weruva, but leaves most of the chicken behind. I broke down and fed him some of the food he likes (but is allergic to). I need to find a grain-free dry food to give him as a treat.

I took this picture of all the people waiting for a train going to the opposite direction to where I was going. I was almost alone on my side. The story of my life, I thought. Everyone else going in a different direction than me.

So Finney is fat. Plus, he’s getting a lot of furballs and has thrown up twice on the comforter, making me have to take it to be cleaned ($20 x 2). But that was nothing compared to throwing up on the couch yesterday while I was at work. Now I have to pay for it to be dry cleaned ($150-ish). Please go back to throwing up on the comforter, Finney.

I also have finally decided he is allergic to his food. He does this scooting thing which is not an anal glands issue. (He doesn’t stop after having them expressed.) So I switched him to Weruva starting this morning. This is a high quality grain-free diet. I’m just nervous because he gets struvite crystals, but after googling this seems like it might be okay. I’m going to add a pinch of vitamin C to his meals. I feel good about this decision.

I can go back to stressing about working at the Census all the time and having no time or energy left to work on my book.

Oh, and Bones fans!! Last night!! Hodgins and Angela!! YAY!!