a rough spring

Not sure what it is. Maybe it's the incessant rain, my desire to finish this school term, and pressure, but I've been in a funk lately. It was nice to have Traci over during another long spell without my wife. Traci doesn't meow a whole lot, and doesn't claw, or chase cats and terrorize chickens. She even likes to watch my old war movies. Ada loses interest about the time the credits roll. Martin sheen on his back, looking at the blades of a ceiling fan, going insane waiting for his next mission. Ada drops her head to her pillow with a prolonged and impossibly bassy groan. Maybe it's that this movie has been on so many times, that even she has memorized it. It started raining the day after Traci left. The new grill and lawn furniture got soaked. And the cats and dog were of course shut inside with me while I tried to work. I've taken to locking both cats in the utility room and tucking 2 towels underneath the door to shut out their screaming, their pain. They suffer, and it is not condicive to creative thinking to be reminded of this. What kind of parent am I, that can't endure the joy of being a human scratching post, and allergy med test subject with a big grin on my face? So the sun is out today behind the clouds. It peaks out every now and then, and the cats have had the thrill of the great outdoors with my loving encouragement and limitless patience. I'm finally smiling. Play little kitten. Play.