I have been completely out of it this weekend. It started on Saturday afternoon when we started housesitting for Kurt’s parents in Tuxedo. The family cat, Zip, happens to love me…and I happen to be allergic. Not necessarily in the sneezy, stuffed-up way. More in the pass-out-from-being-near-her way.

For example, while reading my Le Guin book in the den, she would come mewling in and sit on my chest, purring for me to pet her. I indulged her for a little bit and then she started to rub her head against my cheek. She left after a while, and as soon as she did, I was out like a light! Same thing happened when I was in the basement watching some TV with Kurt. Before I knew it, I had taken a total of 6 naps over Saturday and Sunday. I am now pretty sure it was the cat, even though I didn’t sneeze or break out in hives (I originally thought it was the book, which was really boring but thin enough to spur me onwards till the end). We are housesitting until Wednesday evening so I will have to play hard to get with Zip until then. I don’t want to be in a zombie daze for the rest of the week too.

I will write more about Valentine’s Day in a bit.

Book in my bag: The Other Wind (Ursula Le Guin –this was the boring book) and Enchantment (Orson Scott Card)
Song in my head: Hey Ya (Outkast)
Boy in my heart: Kurtis