French and Cats

Zara has decided that my bedroom is her place. I'm glad; I missed sleeping with her. Mimi will probably come in sometime though. I hope that there will be no squabbles. No, Mimi ceded the bed to Zara and slept on the cat tree.

 

Stayed up late due to losing an hour. Still reading the book about the homeless girl who got into Harvard.

 

Harlee is still eating more, which is great!

 

I think that French will go fast. While I was working on flash cards, I pulled the equivalent of "I studied French for 6 years, but have forgotten most of it" from my memory store. I wasn't translating from English either. So it's there somewhere. The challenge will be to scrape together the money for a teacher for conversation practice, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

 

Took a nap, and now I'm eating lunch. Pierogies!

Sunday Night

Zara is on my lap, and doesn't want to get off. I don't think that hyper-productive people have cats. I'm also fighting a bad case of "I don't want to clean".

 

The atomic clock in the kitchen doesn't think that it's Daylight Saving Time. I reset it to the correct time, and it sets itself back. Technology....

 

Scrubbed litter boxes. Pretreated more of the carpet. Tried to get Harlee to calm down.

 

I've been listening to the Ted Talk Guide to Public Speaking while cleaning. It referenced a Ted Talk by Sherwin Nuland about electroshock therapy. Wow, what a powerful talk. When I've been in Toastmasters, the first speech is an introduction to yourself, and I've been stuck because the only way that my life makes sense is to discuss my mental illness. This talk gives me a model of how to go about it.