It's the second weekend in a row where I had plans but they fell through. Last Sunday, the 19th, a college friend, whom I have not seen in roughly 8 years, was to have a 3 hour layover in Chicago beginning at 12:30. There was a wedding shower for Niles and Jenn at 1, so, painfully, I decided to meet my college friend and forgo the shower. She wanted to leave O'Hare and, in 3 hours, one can do that, dash over to a close restaurant and have a somewhat leisurely lunch while catching up on who was where of our mutual friends and how life was treating each of us. As of the 16th, all was still good. On the 18th, she called to say she had to delay her return because of an illness in her family and she would be flying through on the 22nd. I do know she got home but suddenly, I had Sunday all to myself. Same thing happened this weekend.
I was to visit with a friend who lives in the area. We don't see each other in person much but we talk every 2-3 weeks. We were going to spend pretty much the whole of Sunday together, starting at 9:30 with brunch and ending at 2:30 after lunch. She got this stomach flu that is going around. As much as I love her company, I don't love stomach bugs. So, I was left with essentially nothing to do. Well...not nothing...
I swept. I washed. I played my game. I sorted. I pitched. I moved to another stack. Yes, yes, I know. Moving does not constitute "dealing with" the item. It just prolongs the decision on what to ultimately do with said item.
I clipped claws, every. last. one, which is tough to do with Pilchard. Even having treats around for when she allows me to clip the claws, I can only do a couple paws before I have to let her go. She did, however, let me comb her for 20 minutes, 20 solid minutes. She just lay in her box and purred.
So, although I would have loved to see friends, being in the company of cats and having a lazy weekend is wonderful too.
Beverage: Lady Grey tea