FYI: This is just a ramble.
I'm out here having feelings. Mainly anxiety, I think.
I slept like crap last night. I ended up napping today. I didn't shampoo the carpet OR do nails (not for myself or Shaun). Shaun and Cub ended up spilling milk on the carpet, so I guess it's better that I hadn't shampooed it.
All I really managed to do was repot a few plants. I have 2 prickly pear and 1 echeveria with rotten spots. I have cut away the rot and I'm gonna see if I can salvage them. They're dry. They've been dry. But I'm gonna let them callous over super well before I pot them again.
I'm down to adding my last drawer of nail polish to my database. That's giving me feelings. Well, first of all my "database" is a spreadsheet at this point. I will have to start actually building the tables and relationships as a next step. And I know how to do that. But it's been such a large project for me for so long that it's kind of scary moving to the next step.
I've been thinking about just uploading it all to the same app that I use to keep track of my stamping plates. That would make sense. I just have a hang up because in the app you can't have a hierarchy of folders. But it might make more sense to use tags to see things that came together in a collection, anyway, because sometimes stamping plates come with polishes or whatever. That would actually tie it all together in a nice way.
I don't know. It's a lot to think about. And I've come to the point where it's like, either build it myself or use the app. And I kind of wanted to build it myself, but also I would adore having more free time to do nail art rather than spend so much time on managing my collection. I mean, I enjoy managing my collection, too, but it's been all-consuming since I got serious about making progress last year. I guess that's the down-side to having a large collection of anything.
Toebean finished his anti-inflammatory meds this morning. He has a check-up on Tuesday. We need to see if he can have that bladder stone removed.
Bear got another Adequan injection. He again did not seem to care at all.
I cleaned my bedroom and bathroom last night. And the cat fountain up there. I hate cleaning cat fountains, but the cats really seem to love them, so we do what we must, I suppose.
After Harley gets his teeth cleaned and a bad one pulled (next Friday, I think) we're considering moving him to my bedroom. He's been picking fights with Toebean, and Toebean doesn't need that. We could also move Adrian downstairs. We'd have to. Harley used to pick on her. I guess it would be ok as long as Harley and Scar could get along (Scar is in my room because he's on a special diet). I don't remember them having issues before, but Harley might just be a butthole that picks on anyone. I guess there is one way to find out.
I don't know why I'm stalling going to bed. I love to go to bed. I love sleep. Maybe I should just take some Melatonin to make sure I sleep tonight and head up. I have an early morning tomorrow. I'm probably not doing myself any good by not trying to sleep. I just feel like there's more on my mind, but I don't exactly know what it is. I'm sure it will reveal itself in time.
Goodnight, I guess. 😂
