I'm fine. Really.

No, I really am, just busy at work and unable to form many words after I get home. I haven't knit a stitch in days, and that's bad, because I ordered the really primo catnip from my source and need to be ready to stuff catnip mice or figure out where to hide the stash. Because the last time I bought this catnip was years ago. The box was on the porch when I got home from work, I carried it in and left it on the floor in the kitchen while I dropped my stuff and went to change into non-work clothes (back when I actually had two wardrobes). I came back to the kitchen to find the cats obsessed with the box and a puddle of pee on the floor next to it. Someone actually lost control of his bladder (I'm saying his, because I'm sure it was Boris) after sniffing this box of magical goodness! It's been years, but I'm hoping the 'nip is as good as it used to be. I work in a cat owner environment, and felted catnip mice will be everybody's little Christmas something this year.

I need knitting, I need color, I need FUN, because I swear to GOD this election is making me insane. We are counting the days until we inventory our imbeciles, check the weight of the basket of deplorables, and weep for the state of our media and our educational system and everything else that made this atrocious election possible. Right now, it appears that we are safe, and enough sane people are seeing through this pro wrestling atrocity and have identified the qualified and competent and SANE choice, but seriously??? Many scholarly books will be written about how in 2016 the presidential election and a major political party was hijacked by a lunatic and not even very bright narcissistic orange clown who developed a following among people living in an alternate reality.

I have no idea what will happen on November 9th when the dust settles, but I do suspect these people will pivot gracefully from racism to misogyny without bothering to learn to spell it.

On the plus side, a lot of people are purging their social media friend lists of people they now know are not worth knowing. I've seen successful luxury home realtors posting about how they've finally had e-fucking-nough with some people,and are now throwing former business contacts overboard and future business consequences be damned, and I really respect that. My friend list is small and fairly well curated, so I haven't had to do a mass unfriending, but then, I'm not selling real estate anymore.

FUN! I need FUN!! And I'm going to have it! The last weekend in October is the weekend at the French Quarter, and holy shit do I ever need it. The weather is glorious now, low 80s during the day and 60s at night, and OMG, I'm looking forward to this escape.

Oh, and I might be buying a new(er) car. I've been thinking about it for a while, since the AC in Baby got a bit overwhelmed in hot weather and a freon recharge helped but didn't completely fix the problem, and replacing it would be a commitment to keeping her for at least a couple more years. Driving in FL without A/C is simply not an option, unless you are okay with showing up for work dripping sweat. I am not okay with that. I do love Baby, but newer cars have so many things I long for, like a way to plug into an audio jack and listen to a book (yes, my needs are simple and I don't even have the ability to do THAT). So I've been toying with the idea of a new car, and long story short, Carmax is transferring a 2015 Toyota Rav4 from a South Florida store even as we speak. Low miles, lots of bells and whistles (Backup camera!!! Fancy Screen Thingie!!) and yes, I can afford a car payment. I am not looking forward to one, but I can do it. I looked at new and newer Subarus and they are scarce on the ground in FL, and the Rav4 is very comparable. Not AWD, but I really don't have to have that now, I'm not driving dirt roads or in snow anymore. So there is a shiny white Rav4 on its way to the local store, and I'll go visit it and drive it and pet it and maybe take it home. No commitment yet. But I went out to adopt a kitten and came home with Ellie, so it follows that I would start searching for a Subaru and come home with a Toyota. Maybe. And I won't have to rush around to buy it a litterbox.