Did our part in being good little capitalistic consumers. Much shopping was done and we’re almost finished. Almost.
When we came home, Hobkin came running up and I gave him a pat before heading upstairs to the library to retrieve my laptop. The stairs are blocked off by a rover gate and while I was on them, Hobkin astonished me by pacing back and forth in the foyer and squeaking. It was a high-pitched, chirpy noise–sort of like bat calls–that gradually turned into the grumbly roinking I’ve heard him make before. I came running back down, because Hobkin is normally an utterly silent animal, and any vocalization from him is cause for immediate attention. I picked him up; he stopped and buried his nose under my chin. The little guy was calling for me! I think he’s been upset that we’ve been gone so often in the afternoons, Christmas shopping, and after we’d just got home, me going upstairs was the last straw for his poor walnut-sized brain. He clung to me for the whole night, to the point of following me into the bathroom (which is disconcerting, to say the least), and not letting me out of his sight. My skunk’s neurotic. I think that means the last bits of shopping we had slated to do today will have to wait until tomorrow or Friday. I’d also meant to swing by the post office today. Silly little fuzzwit.
canadiansuzanne tagged me good. So:
Rules: The first player of this “game” starts with the topic “5 weird habits of yours” and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirks as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1) I find it very comforting to fall asleep in a room full of family and/or close friends. It makes me feel safe, drifting into sleepy-land while beloved voices are laughing and animated around me. And the corollary is that I have a lot of trouble falling asleep if I’m by myself in a room.
2) An embarrassingly large number of the inanimate objects in our house have both voices and personalities–not just the stuffed animals and bear tuffet, but the oven mitts. towels, winter wear, and pillows do too. When I lost a winter hat in a freakishly powerful snowstorm in the Midwest, I had to be consoled by fosteronfilm because I felt like I’d lost a friend.
3) I never answer the phone, and I avoid talking on it as much as I can–to the extent that I make fosteronfilm call the doctor’s office to schedule appointments for me when I can’t make them myself in person.
4) In winter, I enjoy lounging around the house in a leopard-print plush robe and panda slippers that my in-laws gave me.
5) Worms scare me. I’m fine with bees, wasps, cockroaches, various and sundry buzzing-flying things, spiders, snakes, mice, and rats (actually, I’m particularly fond of mice, rats, and snakes), but I lose it if I see a worm or leggy-worm.
170-day pass from Bloomsbury Books on my middle-grade novel via my agent. Sigh. These are getting disheartening. Pook.
New Words: 800 on “Vain and Vie.”
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