Better

Orson, dog eared.

A bad pic of the sick cat. His ear has been drained twice, and the hematoma came back a third time, but today it seems to be receding. He'll always have that floppy ear now, and I think he actually looks cuter for it. The arthritis supplement is helping him move, but he still needs to lose weight.

I'm still crazy with this yoga thing. Even got up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning to make the 7:30 a.m. class because I had to work. I'm not sure I can describe the ways in which my life, my mindset, has changed. It's not just that work seems to be going better, or that I have more energy, or that I'm writing and making art again. It's like I'm coming unstuck and I actually feel like I'm living again, instead of just existing, which feels strange and new, almost like I've been given a magic elixir with unknown properties. I didn't expect changes this quickly. I just . . . I have goals again.

Ah, I'm gushing. Tell me what you do to get unstuck.

24

Okay, one thing I'm really excited about is next weekend's premiere of 24. While I enjoy (immensely) Kiefer Sutherland's season-long scowl, what's really fun is following Dave Barry's blog while watching the show. It's the only reason I even kept my laptop. I'm still trying to catch up on seasons. A while ago I stopped mid-season in season 3. I've heard season five is great, but I confess I lost interest last season when they killed off Alexander Siddig's character. Still. I'm more excited than I am at Christmas.

This show is like crack. I still remember D telling me he bought all the available seasons on sale, and after we got back from Christmas break, I sat down to watch season 1 (not ever having watched the show). I was only going to watch one or two episodes, but ended up watching seasons 1 and 2 over the weekend. By the end of the weekend, I'm pretty sure I did look like I was on crack. I may post some reviews up here, or even some comments from the blog. Great fun.

In other news, Gatsby has taken to sleeping next to my head at night. I think Orson feels a little miffed, because my bed was his bed. He's still welcome on it, of course, but he's taken to sleeping in a laundry basket. He's still my baby. I hope he knows it.

Gatsby gained weight while we were gone, too, though now that I have him back on his normal amount of food, I think he'll lose it. Plus, I think he's more active now that we're home. Orson, on the other hand, has lost weight since Gatsby has been here—which is great, because Orson was a real porker there for a while.