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jazzfishTime still doing that "passing" thing. Classes go reasonably well. Having a bit of trouble sticking to my "finish one class a day" plan but not so much it's a problem. And next week is the start of midterms so that should be easier.
I figured out the problem with the cookies: I'd only used half as much butter as I was supposed to, so of course they're dry and crumbly. This is a flaw in my otherwise excellent "do everything by weight" system: sometimes my mental conversion fails me. "A cup of butter, that's four ounces, right? No way it's eight, that's just way too much butter." Oh well. Won't make that mistake again in a hurry. Perhaps sometime I should go through my recipes and update them all with weights.
Mr Tuppert has begun demanding red-dot time earlier and more, which is not necessarily ideal. But I'm glad he's got something he enjoys playing with, at least. I can occasionally get him to bat at the wire-toy for a minute or two; this is an improvement, as initially he was terrified of it. He's also been lying on my "lap" when I'm laying in bed reading before sleep, and requesting scritches, which is nice. I suspect that if I had a lap-blanket I could turn him into more of a lap cat, but "coming on summer" is not the time to experiment with lap blankets.
More worryingly, he's exhibiting occasional weird health things. He's always been yuking up wet food once a week or so; he's always been pooping about five days in seven. Lately he's been occasionally twitchy/tremor-y: he'll twitch a bit when he's standing on the ottoman deciding whether to sit down, say. Last night on my lap his back half shook for a minute or so. I'm attributing it to stress / poor emotional regulation; earlier in the evening there was a LOT of shouting and stomping from upstairs / outside. But it's worrisome, and I'm keeping an eye on it.
Chatting with Erin who's coming down for a long visit in a week or so; chatting with Steph and trying to work out when we can get together again; both of those are good.
Money's an issue, books are good. The weather is threatening to turn, which means I'm thinking about getting my bike back out. Been wanting to start back in on something musical too, probably viola since there remains no easy way to set up the bass here.
Counseling is digging into "why do i think all relationships ought to be transactional" with a side of "why do i have so much trouble Being Myself in relationships". Or maybe the other way round. For once this is a thing that seems like it doesn't tie directly back to Abandonment Issues, which is a nice change.
I'm a little lonely, and a little tired, but mostly I'm doing alright, I think.
I figured out the problem with the cookies: I'd only used half as much butter as I was supposed to, so of course they're dry and crumbly. This is a flaw in my otherwise excellent "do everything by weight" system: sometimes my mental conversion fails me. "A cup of butter, that's four ounces, right? No way it's eight, that's just way too much butter." Oh well. Won't make that mistake again in a hurry. Perhaps sometime I should go through my recipes and update them all with weights.
Mr Tuppert has begun demanding red-dot time earlier and more, which is not necessarily ideal. But I'm glad he's got something he enjoys playing with, at least. I can occasionally get him to bat at the wire-toy for a minute or two; this is an improvement, as initially he was terrified of it. He's also been lying on my "lap" when I'm laying in bed reading before sleep, and requesting scritches, which is nice. I suspect that if I had a lap-blanket I could turn him into more of a lap cat, but "coming on summer" is not the time to experiment with lap blankets.
More worryingly, he's exhibiting occasional weird health things. He's always been yuking up wet food once a week or so; he's always been pooping about five days in seven. Lately he's been occasionally twitchy/tremor-y: he'll twitch a bit when he's standing on the ottoman deciding whether to sit down, say. Last night on my lap his back half shook for a minute or so. I'm attributing it to stress / poor emotional regulation; earlier in the evening there was a LOT of shouting and stomping from upstairs / outside. But it's worrisome, and I'm keeping an eye on it.
Chatting with Erin who's coming down for a long visit in a week or so; chatting with Steph and trying to work out when we can get together again; both of those are good.
Money's an issue, books are good. The weather is threatening to turn, which means I'm thinking about getting my bike back out. Been wanting to start back in on something musical too, probably viola since there remains no easy way to set up the bass here.
Counseling is digging into "why do i think all relationships ought to be transactional" with a side of "why do i have so much trouble Being Myself in relationships". Or maybe the other way round. For once this is a thing that seems like it doesn't tie directly back to Abandonment Issues, which is a nice change.
I'm a little lonely, and a little tired, but mostly I'm doing alright, I think.