Good morning. The cat has the zoomies right now. Wants all the attention in the world. Is eating better. New food and more energy. Has that annoying habit of reaching under the bathroom door while you are pooping, just to feel that you are there. Object permanence doesn’t seem to be his strong suit.
5:30 a.m. protocols seem to be in place again. Getting up after not nearly enough sleep. Maybe I’ve been getting too much afternoon caffeine or something. Maybe the anxiety of waiting after the job interview is having it’s way with me. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe I’m a lost witch, my body left behind by the chance for work for meaning and spirit. Maybe I want to complicate things, turn myself upside down for a delight of change.