My life so far, again.

Ok,
so I am watching to additional cats, while their owner runs away to the circus. Their names are Sprocket, an all black cat less than two years old, and a great love bug, who loves face rubs. And Widget, who I suspect is a Bengal, she is less than a year, about 11 months or so, and full of curiosity, and no sense. Her favorite game (aside from escape) is ambush, and anything she can hide under to jump out at other cats or people is her favorite place to be. So, this has added some liveliness to the house. My cats are ok with it, Bovine is the most angry, which is not surprising, she has not had the best move, or the most tolerant disposition, she is a string of cat profanity when ever she sees the foreign kitties, and my roommate Cole, that its both very irritating and a bit amusing. Alice is ok, but the fact that her running up and down the length of the house as been curtailed by the kitten's desire to chase her. And then there is Trixie, I don't know what is up with Trixie, but all the cats find her a bit intimidating, and I have never seen any aggression out of her towards another cat, its just mystifying!

Aside from cat shenanigans, life has been a bit boring, there has been some work, some of it fun, but not a heck of a lot of work, which is worrying, and poor making. I have had a bit of a run on crap going wrong with my body to emphasize that I am poor. Example is I chipped a tooth, but I'm not in any pain so, I'll wait until I have health insurance again. These things make me a bit sad, whats frustrating is I have a reimbursement account I have to use up before December, but I don't feel like I have the spare money to spend... its a quandary, I have a plan though, I'll let you know.

I have been an extremely bad Daughter, in that I have not called my dad since I got back from California... in March. I do think about calling him almost everyday, usually late at night or when he is in dialysis.  Sigh.

I have not written anything for my play, thought I have an idea for a different play in my mind, I hope to start working on them today, actually. But it depends on chores, and blah, blah, blah. I need to take the lessons of NaNoWriMo to heart, and just make a time to write everyday, even if it means just staring at the screen for 4 hours. I might need tough love for it actually, or a personal coach? I don't know.

I find it easy to write when I sit down and stream of conscience it, like now, whether its coherent or not is a matter for later editing, actually.

I should reaffirm some goals for July.
write everyday, and post on the blog, say three times a week?