[Charlie and Douglas at The Brides' Project, March 16]
… because it’s hard to watch KittyTV with a grubby screen, you know.
Well, it’s Saturday night and I have left the house exactly once since Wednesday evening. I’m going to have to leave the house again soon as I’ve run out of toilet paper and the tissue supply is nearly depleted as well, thanks to an abundant overproduction of mucous. (Too much information, yes?) I have not yet trained the feline companions to fetch anything from the shops, although it is advanced training considering they have not begun to master litterbox maintenance; indeed, one of them peed on the kitchen mat today in protest of the current state of the litterbox. For once it is advantageous that my nose isn’t working properly, it made the scooping less odiferous.
Lacking the energy to do much of anything during waking hours, I felt accomplished after watching two movies: a DVD that’s been waiting for me for three weeks (“Brokeback Mountain”) and another DVD from 1999 (“October Sky”) that’s been wrapped in cellophane for years, since David bought it way back when. I’ll blame it on the quarantine and four hours of close scrutiny, but one unexpected result of watching these two films is developing a crush on Jake Gyllenhaal. Which is a) rather cougarish as he’s only 18 in “October Sky”, and b) odd since in “Brokeback Mountain” he’s more interested in men than women.
Note to self: don’t write any more blog posts until full recovery.