I hate earthquakes. Oh, how I hate earthquakes. We had a goody _ a 6.7 just after 1.30am this morning. I was just getting ready to go to bed and thought for a minute I was getting dizzy because it was one of those rolling ones. But no. Twas a quake.
Now, I thought cats were supposed to be attuned to this sort of thing. Apparently not my cats. I sat down on the couch, willing it to stop, and two of our cats _ Sam and Marx _ were sitting on the floor looking at me as if to say “What’s happening? We didn’t feel anything.” Thanks for the advance warning, guys.
Thankfully Patrick didn’t seem to notice anything _ I had the baby monitor in the living room with me and all I heard were a couple of sleep-groans. So hopefully he’s taking after his father who, yes, slept through yet another quake.
Patrick was christened on Sunday, and a good time (I think) was had by all. My mother is happy it’s done, and I’m just happy it’s over. I’m not used to our living room being overrun by family members and I’m not sure it’s an experience I really care to repeat, although I don’t know what we’re all doing for Christmas.
It’s far too early to think about that, despite the decorations I saw in the Warehouse.
I’ve signed up for Nano but I’m not optimistic about “winning.” I’m thinking of just using the time to get into good writerly habits again, and just write as much as I can. That way, the pressure isn’t going to kill me.
My boss might, after I was monster-late for work again yesterday, but hopefully the pressure won’t. And I was accidentally monstrously late _ I didn’t have an up to date roster and didn’t realise I was on early.
I’m still working on the “K” of Patrick’s dinosaur alphabet, and picking away at TW’s Mermaid, although it’s going to be a while before I get all the threads I need for that. I’m pretty sure, though, I had a dream about blended threads … h’m.
I’m reading Death of an Expert Witness, which I’ll have to renew at the library, and Momzillas which I just started and it’s eh … it’s okay.
What else. I have to ring the docs and book Patrick’s vaccinations. Speaking of Patrick, it’s time to get him up from his nap.