Woke up early, went to the bathroom and realized that while my landlord had taken care of the frozen pipes last night and things were functional, unfreezing them flooded my poor cat’s litter box. So he had nowhere to, um, go. Which was fine as he’d been sleeping in the bed with me all night, but now we were up (even though I’d had every intention of going back to bed) so he was going to want to eat and take his morning poo. I hurriedly got dressed, cleaned off/warmed up the car and headed to the grocery for emergency kitty litter (I was out and wasn’t going to go to the store til this afternoon…not an option). Poor guy couldn’t wait and I came home to poo on the floor. First time he’s ever gone outside the box. Not upset with him because it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t go in his box, I cleaned that up, cleaned up the box (which was AWFUL, still wet clay litter…ugh), got him set up again. Cleaned myself up, then made breakfast because f*ck all, I’m up now.
Had an interesting thought on the drive to and from the store though. I’ve been frustrated as of late because I’ve gained a little weight and my favorite jeans from last summer are tight. And it’s entirely possible that as my body fat drops they will fit again, but I also realized that if they don’t…I’m kind of okay with that. If they don’t fit, even if I have to go up a size because I have bangin’ ass then I’m cool with that. I’d rather have my ass. We shall see what happens.