Three 'bigger' gratitudes to write about--the sort I'll remember years from now.
Shortly after last evening's post, I heard some odd noises from the direction of the cats' outdoor enclosure and walked over to discover Shado in the process of escaping. Rushed outside and grabbed him and chucked him in the apartment, with the assumption that Arun was long gone. I went haring off in the direction I knew he would go (due to his years-past leash walks and the natural arrangement of buildings and neighbors' fences). That's when I realized that the caretaker taking down the shabby chain-link fence around the property was a very bad thing when it came to trapping recalcitrant escapees. But a moment later my gaze landed upon the dilute tortoiseshell, calmly sitting upon the steps of her home (I discovered recently that she belongs to the caretaker's daughter and grandson that live kitty-corner from me). Well, I knew at once that Arun couldn't have gone that way without a cat-fight or some kind of noisy encounter, so I doubled back, baffled. Went inside and found him in the kitty hammock in the cat room. Thank God for His providence--it is so out of character for Arun to be out of the enclosure, let alone willingly in the cat room (or in the hammock when the sun's not shining on it) at that time of evening. What a huge relief that was! (I reinforced the part where Shado escaped after work today, and thankfully no repetition.)
I was awakened around 4:30 am this morning by Shado deciding to play with a jingly ball. Shut him up in the bathroom, but unsurprisingly couldn't fall asleep again. But I did manage to doze, and perhaps because I've been thinking of aviir wings lately with my painting project, and thinking of Night-Wind and Mountain-Frost...well, I half-dreamed/half-daydreamed while dozing, and the tale of Hened's rise to prominence snapped together in the process. (I talked about it in the comments people left on the short story I wrote for Shanra last autumn) All the pieces that had been missing for years tumbled into place and when I woke up around 5:20, all that remained was to figure out the date and the title of the story. Then, when I got on my computer and went to add a couple notes to my unwritten stories list, I discovered I had already figured out the date (and a bonny good one to fit with my dreaming, too). So all that remains is the title, and deciding whether to write it before or after 'A Gift for Parting' this autumn, God willing. (And it's not an ARG!-only story! And it's not crushingly depressing like the tales nearest on my list, either!) So that was a morning to remember!
Lastly, there were no 'Required resource is' crashes at work today--Bob's discovery is a true fix! He's on vacation the rest of the week, but I sent him as gushy an e-mail as 'professionalism' dictates, and I sure hope he has a LOT of people making much of him over this, and a bit of well-earned celebrating too (heck, he deserves a big bonus!). My coworker Nancy won't know what to do with herself, not having her pc crash 3-4 times a day!
Some wonderful pieces of news! I'm especially pleased to hear the cogs are still turning with your stories. Hopefully with all this groundwork done, it will make the writing process all the more smooth when you start.
Hearing about Arun mellowed out in the hammock really made me laugh!
Ooooh, that's lovely news all round! *huggles* Glad to hear all's well on the cat escapee front and the work front.
(All I can say in regards to the story wheels churning away is: "JOELLE-FARE! WAI!" so, er, yes. Not very useful comment there. ^-~ *huggles again*)
HENED! HenedHenedHenedHenedHENED!!!! *skippedyhoppidyhappiness* Oh, just the prospect of having something centred on him at some point is marvellous. HenedHenedHenedHened! (This might go on for some time...)
Elsewhere *phew* glad to hear Arun was having a moment of relaxation. Cats truly are the experts at giving people heart attacks, then turning up somewhere else and giving you a long look of 'what are you on about, silly human? Far too much effort for me.' Well done on catchin Shado too.
And Huzzah for fixes!
*laughs* I am looking forward to writing him at a spry 22 years of age. Will seem rather odd.
Tell me about it. *has probably added a few gray hairs* Though it's the bettas playing trapped or dead that really get me. Fortunately, Shado isn't the running sort, period. Maybe 10 feet or so, but then he invariably drops flat and does his 'I'm so invisible' routine. He'd never bolt into unknown territory, and it would probably take him a good half hour to creep to the parking lot from the cat enclosure. Arun, on the other hand... =P