Bleedin' moggies

The big fat black thing decided to wake me up at half four this morning.

And again at half five, at six and at seven (just before the alarm went off).

Then he compounded his villainy by leaving a small pool of urine in the corner of the upstairs living room. I've not mentioned this last to Penny yet. There'll be hell to pay if he does it again.

Not getting much work done today - too tired.

It seems to be a general malaise

Not sure why, but quite a lot of folks seem less than enthused about the prospect of a weekend in a field near Derby at present.

Count me (and Penny) amongst them. It might be the weather. It might be the perception that the percentage of tossers has grown over the years. It might be (for us) that we're not up with ic events after missing moots and small events this year in order to move house and get married. It could well be that (like eldelphia) both of us have found most of our group dead/moved on over those events. For me, the salivating prospect of the NWO Rome Tribunal meeting the weekend after is much more attractive.

I'm fairly certain that we'll both get into things and enjoy them once there, but at present I have little motivation to attend. This, I think, is going to be an evaluation event for me. If I don't enjoy it, I'm unlikely to go back.