Sometimes

We finally got out of the house tonight, leaving Gray Kitty in his dog crate. Saba, of course, thinks that having Gray Kitty in a dog crate is a grand idea and maybe a permanent solution to the Gray Kitty problem. Little does she know that it's only five or so more weeks until he has the run of the house again.

Gray Kitty is getting bored without his drugs. But it's keeping him from scratching at his sutures, since now it hurts him to do so. He's still not drinking water (we've taken to giving him the water drained from cans of no-salt tuna) but he is eating fairly regularly.

So, yes, we got out of the house to go to a (shitty) yoga class at the Y with Judi. Judi and I bailed halfway through the class and went upstairs to get on some treadmills. Dave stuck out the hour and said the class got easier about five minutes after we left. I wasn't in it for an easy class, but I thought the instructor sucked. C'est la vie.

After, we hit Bob's drive-through window for a chili dog fix for me and Frito pie for Dave. It's better if the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing when it comes to the gym and fast food.

I've been spending part of my day under my Happy Lamp. It's a good place to read. I Kindled a bunch of books (thanks for the gift certificate, Mom!), one of which is by Chelsea Handler. I must be getting old, because I am not really into her tales of drinking and wanton sex. I assumed it was going to be funny, but that was a wrong assumption on my part. The strange thing is she's not a bad writer (or she had a great editor, but I'm willing to give her credit). She knows how to tell a story and it's not as torturous as some of the celebrity autobiographies I've been reading recently. (Yes, I was an English major. Yes, I've read all of Shakespeare's plays. Yes, my favorite writer is Ernest Hemingway. Yes, I am addicted to celebrity autobiographies. All of those things are true.)

So in addition to Handler's book, I've also recently read Cybill Shepherd's book Cybill Disobedience which is very adeptly ghost written so as to make her seem almost likeable. (Probably wasn't an easy task, although the vast majority of celebrities are adroit enough to hide their unlikeable parts--Sean Penn being the exception that proves the rule.)

The other books I've Kindled are mainly housekeeping and cook books written around the turn of last century and stretching into the years just preceding and just beginning World War I. I love that kind of arcane knowledge. Did you know, for example, that just before WWI 60% of housewives baked their own bread? (That is a government statistic, so you can trust it.) Did you know that boiling water will get fruit stains out of clothing? Did you know that rotten stone can be used to shine copper pots?

Anyway, it's good reading to have when I'm sitting under my Happy Lamp.