Eeem.

Woke up this morning and there was a cat next to my head. Not a problem, I'm used to that. Then I moved, and the cat went "meh?". Hey, that's not my cat! Yes, it was the plaid one, who then proceeded to spend the next ten minutes while I chased consciousness going "meh" at me and making those purring chirps trying to get me to pet her. And head-butting the pillow. Didn't listen to me when I told her that her mommy was downstairs, either.

My left middle finger still hurts where I sliced it with the tip of the knife the other day, although it's not bleeding right now, which is a good sign.

Went to meeting last night, explained tablet-weaving to G, left early when the power in the neighborhood went out. Damn, but I would not want to have that happen on a night like last night, when it was -15F and -40 windchill or something along those lines. Went home, talked pearls and TW with D, went to bed. Did not expect other house inhabitants home, was surprised. Was planning on doing the cat box tonight but apparently was pre-empted.

Ouch.

My knuckle hurts, specifically the main knuckle on my index finger on my right hand. I think it's from knitting, but I swapped my mouse over to the other side anyway just to rest it a bit. And I've paused the knitting for a bit, until it stops hurting. That annoys me, that I'm so fragile. Feh.

And LJ doesn't have a mood for irked.