Michael had a really good morning because he got lots of snuggles with me. Luna too. I think everyone generally had a good day, I know my day was fine. I didn't do as much as I wanted but I did do a lot. I do a lot every day. My cats day is as follows: they wake up & I come and kiss them, cleaning their litters and feeding them. I usually let them out of their room(s) and then they just do their thing. Fig will look out the window, Eda will hide under the bed or take up the whole queen, and Michael well... he runs around and looks cute. Luna does what she wants, usually napping on my bed. They don't do much, and I don't hate them for that. I love them for it! So i think it's important to apply the same thing to my own self.
Maybe that's silly, but I don't care. I'm too hard on myself. I did what I managed today and it's okay to rest. Anyways. I continue to quest towards making my first puppet. I'm excited. Tho I must admit... I'm very tired. And I have a bit of a hectic week still, plus there are things I need resolved but they just take time, but that's the worst situation for me. Gives my brain time to stew for far too long. Something I'm working on though.
Is it strange to admit that I very often think about this child who happened to be on the Canadian Arctic Expedition 1913-16, with the Karluk crash? In the book The Ice Master by Jennifer Niven, there's a bit where they are all stuck on Wrangel Island, dying of starvation, and the father of this child keeps asking "are we alive?" and the child, she responds, "we are living, aren't?" And that's stuck with me. I find it hard, I guess, to admit I've had a hard time. Am having hard times. Everyone is. But we are living. Aren't we.
To me, there's a lot of hope there. When there is life, there is hope. Anyways. I hope if anyone reads this, whenever you are reading it, that you have a good day. I reach out via the interweb and give you some luck. I continue to embrace my trans, autistic self. I keep holding back from infodumping on my friend. It's honestly so hard. I have found it harder lately this time around not to talk about or bring up without really any prompting, polar exploration. I used my new fun fact about teeth in below zero temps at work to briefly talk about it. Idk man, sometimes I feel inhuman. And I am trying so hard to able to keep up with everyone else. It's exhausting.
Eda did a big stretch & Luna is snoring. Luna is sleeping quite close to her, too. Always warms my heart to see any of the kids interacting with Luna. OH! This morning, Michael and Luna were grooming each other. This is real huge for Luna, seeing as I really did worry at first (especially when it was just Fig and her, before Eda & Michael were even in the picture) that it was a mistake. That Luna was a cat who didn't fit with other cats. What would I do? Now she feels like a new cat.