This morning was one digit. Seven, I think. Tomorrow will be one number, too. Totally against my principles. I hate getting ready for the day in sub-freezing weather. Worse, I had not showered for several sub-freezing mornings, and this morning I could no longer avoid it. Well, I could, but it would have been an uncomfortable day.
On the bright side, I fiddled with the shower head dial, and found a setting that feels like actual water pressure. Once again I am considering a space heater in the bathroom, but I have such safety reservations about anything with a plug in the bathroom.
I did decide the bed could stand a wash, too. I'm only going into this detail because once again it involves the cat. I did prewarn him, but somehow this does not register. He is forbidden to sleep on any quilt on my bed. He is allowed to sleep on a white blanket I spread over the foot of my bed.
The reason: I am horribly allergic. He is on the back of my chair as I type, and my nose will not breathe. I don't need cat chair all over my pillow and quilt; ergo, he may sleep on a blanket I can remove. I've never put the white blanket down on the white mattress cover for his snoozing pleasure. He has never tested me on mattress cover sleeping.
The result is, when I begin stripping sheets, he speeds through the house yowling at top volume. This from a cat who sleeps in whatever sunshine he can find, and does not use my bed until evening. So that was the morning's start, a yowling cat and a hot shower in a cold bathroom.
Today there was little snow on my car, and the deck and steps were clean from yesterday's snow removal exercise. I needed a blood draw for an upcoming endocrinologist visit, and I had towels to mail, so after breakfast I bid Mr. Cat goodbye and headed off on the errands. I made it from the arbitrary front door to the clinic technicians. It will be difficult when I have to keep an appointment in the doctor's office next week; it's twice as far. I'll need help. But, that's next week.
The sheets were dry when I came back, so I made the bed.
Someone thinks he is not a nuisance, keeping out of the way while I work.
Happy at last. It's four weeks to his next haircut. Maybe a Marine buzz will make him look more svelte.
That is the bulk of my day. I was too tired to weave, so I knit all afternoon, and watched the next season of Broadchurch. Had supper and retired to the office corner for some paperwork and blog reading.
The only other news I have to report is my motion detector light still comes on in the hall, but there is light in all the windows, too.