Mired in Inertia

I’m tired.  Or simply lazy.  Or maybe turning back into my reclusive wintry popsicle slug.  Whatever it is, it needs to go AWAY.

Newt is well.  In fact, he has been the major contributor to my lack of get up and go for the last two days.  He’s been in fine form – quite lovey and affectionate, and determined to clean the persistent smoodge from my chin that apparently only he can see.  (Trust me, I’ve looked, trying to determine just WHY he so insistently cleans my face!)

Cat Daddy says that I’m hooked on Kitty crack, and Newt is my supplier, and I would snort him with a straw if I could.  But who needs a straw when that soft polka-dotted fur is nestled next to my nose for hours on end?

So I’m blaming my Schnookie for my sluggishness.  I was able to excuse the blahs for a few days as being my post-Sheep Fest recovery period.  And then I got motivated, and have bits and pieces of things scattered around to upcycle into spinning machines,  Crocheted a turtle for Cat Daddy that he easily recognized as actually looking rather turtle-esque. Woohoo.  Only now, Cat Daddy has decreed that I should make MORE turtles and add them to Newt’s shop.  Uhm … son, have you ANY idea how slooooooow I go?  It would take a long time to generate chicken money from turtles!

Lots of things tornadoing around in my mind – laying out and stocking inventory for Newt’s shop, migrating Newt’s social networking site to a new location, moving his website onto its own server instead of free-hosting (both of which are main motivators for opening Newt’s shop),

So, there’s lots I could and should be doing.  But it turned cold.  And I’m sleepy.  And whiny.  And instead of being productive, I’ve been lollygagging under my down comforter on the couch, snuggled with my own little furry generator, New New.

Oops, gotta go, apparently the mysterious smoodge has reappeared, and must be cleaned Right Now …