The Witching Hour etc.

2AM – it’s the new witching hour. I’m finding, more and more over the past few months, that *BING* I’m awake at 2AM and getting back to Sleepy-Byeville  is not a happening thing.

Granted, I’m not making a huge effort. No calming teas are brewed, no deep breathing or relaxation exercises are paced though – nope. I’m outta practice with this stone awake at zero-dark-thirty thing – I don't immediately reach into Hypnos' Magic Bag of Patented Sleep Tricks and Elixirs. Also, my usual wakey-wake hour isn’t all that far down the line so, part of me thinks “I’ll just calmly lay here thinking about the day ahead – planning and such. This'll ALMOST be like sleep. Right?!”

Why am I bristling with consciousness at such an ungodly hour? //shrugs// at first I imagined “I had too much Jamo yesterday. THAT’S why my sleep’s disturbed.” HOWEVAH that’s not usually the case and certainly wasn’t last night’s culprit. Sometimes I think it’s due to eating heavy food late except…emmm…no, I don’t. Ever. Not enough exercise? Yeah, that’s a good one. BUT, though I didn’t get to the Y yesterday I did take, not one but, two good, mega brisk walks.

So then – why the wakey-wake horseshit at 2AM? Beats the fuck outta me. Possibly it’s one of them “yur old” deals. Joy.
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"Darth"

Umlaut

Our sleek, porch visitor Umlaut is, I’m thinking, a lady type cat. Maybe. She’s small, not jowly and her fur’s silky. I’m also thinking she must have a home already and is just a sweet beastie with outdoor privs and a hankering for the grub I dish.

I guess that means she won’t be moving into Jen and Oni’s crib. Maybe. We'll see. It's just as well I suppose. Jen just got word from a pal in rural New Hampshire – a local stray needs a home. Cat Doormats™ to the rescue! They would’ve kept this gorgeous black beauty but they already have two cats AND two dogs (and, I guess, thought five's a crowd? huh). Dunno when Darth (a provisional name) will arrive but I expect soon-ness.

Yup, Oni’s getting LOTS of cat toys, treats and bedding for Christmas. And Skitter’s getting a roommate!
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While traipsing down Grafton Street in Dublin, I came upon a Doc Martens store with the new William Blake boots in the window. Yes, yez, I fell in love. Like...DUH!

Skitter

Resisting was a sad but fairly simple thing as I'd unexpectedly shelled out scads of cabbage for that well situated, nice enough but deaf UNfriendly hotel. Also, I’d no space in my rucksack for the boots or any other additions. Still, I went into the store to gawp and asked the lovely shop girl for the price.

Now that I’m home, I can’t get them outta my head. I could order them online OR head into the Back Bay store. The boots are stone gorgeous but at $150 do I really need them?

On the YES side, winter boots are a necessity and the ones I had bit the dust last year. The William Blake’s are swoonworthy plus Doc Martens are well made and last nearly forever. I asked myself – what would The Amazing Bob advise? He would say OF COURSE you should get them! I know he would. They’re not cheap BUT, with shoes and a whole mess of other things, you get what you pay for. BONUS, they make me smile.

I think I just talked myself into it – YEA!