Great. That’s two days of nothing. That’s what I wanted, frankly. There has to be balance and all that running around was doing me in. Now Lou is the one dealing with multiple shitstorms and I’m just chilling out with a poorly cat.
She woke me up this time by jumping onto the bed and shouting in my ear at 5.20am. It’s just as well she’s unbelievably cute because that would otherwise be a hanging matter. I can hold onto the dream and do her soup, but just barely and then no matter how hard I try I only go back down for a few hours because I know I need to do her medicine while it’s still morning. She finds it all a game. I still find it stressful pretending not to find it stressful. And this has been the minutiae of the day.
Pleasant enough to have nothing but a cat and a flat to look after. Nothing really pending either. A friend of mine just missed another lovely acting job and rang me to express about it. There’s only one person getting each job, I guess. We are both looking forward to being that person. Too many actors. I’m just learning a couple of small parts for Julius Caesar and reading my book and chilling out in my new role as cat-slave, here in this happy soft top floor flat.
It’s 1am though. I don’t know what happened to time. One second I was running a bath and the next it was past midnight. Tessy is being cute but I know damn well that she’ll be hungry as soon as it’s dawn so I’m gonna try and get a good four hours before I’m put back to work. On which subject, it’s probably time for me to be more productive now. That’s been a lovely non-weekend weekend…
AlBarclay 