Alas, alack, I need to get busy prepping for next semester. It's not what I want to do, but it's where my future hope of employment exists. I so much prefer teaching face-to-face, but I think that people who teach online courses well (and so far, I'm NOT one of them!) will be in demand for the future.
I've managed to get some of my list accomplished. Much of the Christmas stuff has been put away. It's been hard to get much done since beloved spouse is still fighting that horrible cold. It's turned into this hacking cough that sounds like Billy Crystal's "old man" skit. So I haven't wanted to get involved in anything that requires physical exertion that might require spouse's assistance, and I haven't wanted to go off by myself, leaving him alone, because he sounds like he's got pneumonia. We did go out yesterday to pick up his new glasses and to buy new pillows. There was a sale, two for the price of one, at J.C. Penney, so we splurged and got two goose-down pillows. Since I don't like down or feather pillows, I'm putting one aside. After the one spouse uses gets old, flat, and smelly, then we can bring out the other new one.
We also treated First Cat Simon to a new litter pan. For a few years now, we've used one of those electronic raking types, but it had plastic tines that had gotten worn and bent. We got a super-sized pan with metal tines that will hold up better (we hope). Merry Christmas, Simon! Happy Pooping!
While we were at the pet store, I stopped in to visit the cats up for adoption. I loved them all and wanted to bring all of them home. Of course, I couldn't--Simon insists on being Only Cat--but they were all gentle, friendly, and eager to be talked to. I usually refrain from trying to pet them since I don't want to exchange any cat germs between Simon and strange cats and since I don't want to fall in love with them any more than I do just with sight alone. But there were a couple yesterday that I had to touch through the bars of their cages. One little lady was a petite strawberry-blonde lookalike of Hobo, one of our cats in Louisiana. She was as silky and soft as a cashmere sweater.
Aah, if I were able to do as I wanted and not as I ought--I'd be the crazy cat lady with at least two cats, if not three or four. I'd have my crafts going all over the house--I call it Craft Creep--and I'd move from crocheting to sewing to painting to crossword puzzles to whatever else caught my fancy at the moment. I'd write, too, of course. What I would not do is cook. I've gotten where I'd rather eat a bowl of cereal than cook a so-called "real meal." If I didn't have the beloved spouse's health to consider, I probably wouldn't actually cook more than once or twice a month.
I don't even want to think about my long list of ought-to-do's. For one thing, I'm nearly done with the newest Sue Grafton, and since spouse (who read it first) found it illogical, I want to see if I agree. Grafton writes so well that I don't usually find her illogical, so maybe it's just all the mucus in his head that kept spouse from understanding her progression of clues.
I also don't want to think about all the sadness and despair connected to the two funerals today, or to my family's general state. Like Scarlett, I'll put that off till tomorrow. Dr. S.
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