Maybe we’ll see Björk?

I am finally coming out of this massive depression and I just had a week where I felt like an actual human with real human energy and it was such a relief that I was saying yes to everything because I’ve been saying no for so long and Victor immediately took advantage of that to say, “What if we go to Iceland?” because he knows that seeing the Northern Lights is #1 on my bucket list and I was like, “I kind of want to say yes but also what if I fall back into the darkness or it’s too tiring?” and he was like, “TOO LATE, I BOOKED IT WHEN I HEARD YES” and so that is why we’re leaving for Iceland less than 12 hours. And I pointed out that I wasn’t sure if I had the stamina for a real trip and he was like, “That’s fine because I just booked it for 48 hours” and that sounds nuts but honestly, it works for us. I’m not entirely sure what is on the agenda but I will be on Björk alert the entire time because I love her, but also I would be way too anxious to say hello to her and so instead if I see her I will just capture the moment in my brain, like I am birdwatching and she is a giant shoebill. Or a puffin. Which apparently live in Iceland and I would be equally excited to see one because when you turn 50 you immediately become a bird-nerd.

Our house sitter will be watching the babies (SORRY, BURGLARS) and I would worry that they would miss us except that Dorothy Barker just wants to nap, and Purrsy and Professor Midnight have become utterly besotted with each other. I’m not sure if they’re long lost brothers or if “they were roommates” but they will not leave each other’s side.

There are literally 50 softer places for them to sleep and so many cat beds. Nope. They just want to spoon on my chair.

This isn’t even their water bowl. It’s Dottie’s. They have 3 larger bowls in the house but if one cat is checking something out the other has to be doing it at the exact same time.

Also, yes, that is a cat playpen and I realize that’s a weird thing to have for teenage cats but Purrsy used it as a refuge when he was a baby and wanted to get away from Dottie and now Purrsy and the Professor both carry all their toys and drop them inside the playpen like it’s their dragon horde and so now I guess we’re the house with a cat playpen? I don’t know, y’all. I just live here.

Everyone who said Purrsy needed a friend was right.

Anyway, that is what’s up with me.

Wish me Björk luck.