End of the funk?

Things seem to be ironing themselves out. Which means that I’m finally regaining some sense of balance again. I’m hoping this means that the black cloud that I’ve kept on a close leash these past few weeks is finally beginning to dissipate.

The Professor had his calculus class to teach last night. He didn’t want dinner before hand, and had managed to get his lesson plans pulled together before I got home, so we spent some time just sitting together, talking about daily generalities. He’s trying so hard to be on his best behavior that I feel like a cad for having given him so much grief.

After he left for class, I took myself out to the bookstore and got myself a Latin book recommended by my Latin teacher. I will figure out ablative case if it kills me. Which it may. I also picked up a 2002 tax book that seems to give a good overview on completing Schedule D.

ACfH seems to be mellowing out a little, though I suspect it’s all an act. She’s just waiting until I let down my guard before she moves in for the kill. Meanwhile, though, she’s busy being cute and hasn’t broken anything of note in over a week. She’s recently discovered Clueless Wonder’s old cat house – a box made out of soft material that CW used to nap in. The house really isn’t that big, and when CW used to weight 19 pounds it was a stitch to watch him ooze in and out of it through the far-too-small doorway. CW has lost interest in the house, and it sat forlorn and forgotten in the middle of the living room until ACfH recently rediscovered it. She seems to like lounging in there, watching the world go by (and probably thinking up evil plans that she’ll implement later).

The three cats are having far less confrontations as well. Part of this, I believe, is inspired by spring’s imminent arrival. Our apartment windows face north, with a single window in the bedroom facing east. We therefore get very little direct light in the apartment, and that only in the morning through the bedroom window. All three cats are sun worshippers though, and we’ve had some major disagreements over who gets the prime sunspot. It appears that even here we’re starting to see some compromises though:

I got a new supplemental set of magnetic poetry words over the weekend – the Shakespeare Magnetic Poetry Kit. I’ve been having fun playing with the words. With luck there will be a new creation sometime this afternoon. That is totally dependent upon me not falling asleep at my desk; I think I’m coming down with a cold, and the prickly throat kept me coughing on and off all night.