I could get used to this weekend thing...

 This weekend was pretty lazy: a lot of reading, some city-hiking, some sleeping in, and I finished off two beta-reads for friends, complete with probably more notes than they were expecting.  Ask an editor... 

 

Also, friends came and hauled away the old sleeper-sofa for their new apartment, and I rearranged the lounge to accomodate the new sleeper-chair that will be delivered later this week.  It's strange: I've lived with that sofa in this apartment for five years (and have owned it for nearly 20 years).  I can describe every room it's been in, over that time; it's got a permanent place in my mental landscape of "home."  And now it's gone*.  

 

On the plus side, the new chair-and-a-half will suit the space, and my usage, much better.  It's just going to take a little adjusting.

 

Mostly though, this weekend has been about recharging my brain.  I wrote some more of the Sherlock fic and posted a bit of it, and noodled around with something else, but mainly it's been all for-fun goofing with story, not Work.  It's good to do that occasionally.

 

Also: the dogwood trees are starting to bloom, and I have a huge bouquet of irises on my desk.  Simple pleasures.

 

The big excitement around Ch. Felidae this afternoon was the bringing-out of the deshedding tools.  Boomer asks, and then Pandora realizes someone else is getting groomed and comes out to demand her share, and half an hour later I call quits (they'd be perfectly happy for me to continue for an hour or two).

 

It's not a proper grooming session until we have enough to make another kitten.  Or, in this case, a small litter of extra kittens.  Anyone out there spin/knit with cat hair?  I have some lovely golden and tabby fluff for you....

 

 

 

*for levels of 'gone' that mean 'I'll see it when I go to my friends' apartment"