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Dec. 2nd, 2002 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaktwosAnother day passed by in a blur. I just realized that I rushed through the day without really noticing the finer points of it. I went out side this afternoon, but I can't tell you what I saw. I made no time to enjoy the beautiful sky, look for a jack rabbit, or notice if the air was fresh or not. I'll have to do better tomorrow.
I just realized that I'll be working in the office on Sunday. Feh.
As for what happened when I got home, I began the usual routine of finding Sascha wating at the door to greet me. As per usual, I picked him up and give him kitten snuggles. On schedule, he closed his eyes, leaned up against my head, and began to purr. Then I changed clothes, threw together some dinner, and indulged in my dirty little online gaming habit.
Then came the required quality Sascha time, where I take toys and run around my house, compelling him to give chase. Then he rested for a bit while I practiced on the guitar. Tonight, I started with a cursory chord review, then practiced Hands Clean. Then Estudio.
Now I'm sleepy. I don't want to go to bed, of course, but I must. As I type this, in a quasi-supine position on my canary couch, Sascha is sitting on a nearby light cherry barstool. His paws are half-dangling over the back of the seat, while his chin rests on one of the back two back panels. He looks like he's watching TV.
I just realized that I'll be working in the office on Sunday. Feh.
As for what happened when I got home, I began the usual routine of finding Sascha wating at the door to greet me. As per usual, I picked him up and give him kitten snuggles. On schedule, he closed his eyes, leaned up against my head, and began to purr. Then I changed clothes, threw together some dinner, and indulged in my dirty little online gaming habit.
Then came the required quality Sascha time, where I take toys and run around my house, compelling him to give chase. Then he rested for a bit while I practiced on the guitar. Tonight, I started with a cursory chord review, then practiced Hands Clean. Then Estudio.
Now I'm sleepy. I don't want to go to bed, of course, but I must. As I type this, in a quasi-supine position on my canary couch, Sascha is sitting on a nearby light cherry barstool. His paws are half-dangling over the back of the seat, while his chin rests on one of the back two back panels. He looks like he's watching TV.
