Good thing I still have one day left of the weekend for a day of "rest" (though there are still some bits of laundry I'd like to get out of the way).

Today, however, was busy. Well, I'll back up a bit to yesterday where I was cooking up quite a migrane throughout the day. But, since my supervisor is out every Friday this month, I really needed to stay and stick it out at the office. By the time I got out to my car yesterday the base of my skull was sending out such horrific pounding waves that I was very nauseated. I took two migraine-strength tablets. They did nothing. I took a third (though the label warns against taking more than 2 in a 24-hour period). After about 90 minutes, the pain and nausea started to dull. At last, I was able to go to bed.

Unfortunately, a side-effect of the migraine-strength tablets is very very weird dreams...not quite nightmares, but not dreams of driving off into the sunset with Orlando Bloom, either. I won't go into the specifics of the dream that woke me up at 2:00 a.m. this morning simply because it won't make a lick of sense. So there I was, awake at 2am...and 2:20 a.m....2:45 a.m....finally, I got up around 3:15 a.m. and came out to the computer for a few minutes. Then I sorted my laundry. Then I went back to bed. Sleep finally came a little after 4:00 a.m. and lasted until Simon's "tummy clock" went off around 7:15 a.m. (the "tummy clock" is his tummy getting rumbly and telling him to tell me to go get his breakfast).

To his credit, Simon actually let me sleep in until just before 8:00 a.m., then he started slapping my face with his tail. And then my cell phone started ringing. Evidently, someone called someone else asking about some swimming event this morning and left my cell phone number. According to the guy on my voice mail, it was scheduled for 9:00 a.m. up in Inverness. I gave it a miss...after all, there were furkids to be fed!

Once the furkids finished their brekkies I collected the laundry and did four loads (crikey it piles up fast!). That knocked a good 90 minutes out of my morning (especially when the cushion covers for my couch needed a second round in the dryer).

Then I decided to wash Luna again before the rains come. (Huzzah! Rain at last! Mind you, I'll be complaining about it by Tuesday if it hasn't stopped.) She had a good layer of topsoil on her and with the brush fires around the Bay Area this week she still had a bit of ash on her as well. So I wanted to get the schmutz off before the rain caked it on her.

That job took another 90 minutes. It doesn't take much time to wash her; it's the drying that takes FOR-EV-ERRRRRR! And I'm cracking my neighbours up because I have to use a step ladder to wash and dry the roof. Also, because she's so unique, people like to come up and ask me about her. One of my neighbours wants to get a Baja now that she's seen Luna, but she's promised not to get the same colour scheme! For some reason, while I was drying her, I decided to test out the "removable" fog light grille. I remembered the manual said turn it 10 degrees counter-clockwise or something...so I turned it and POP! It came off. Cool, now I can really dry the fog light! Getting the flippin' grille back on was quite another story. That took about 10 minutes to get it on so that it wouldn't fly off the first time I hit the brakes. Note to Self: Never, Never, EVER take the fog light grille-thingie off again. Ever!

And, just to complete the theatre, there's an elderly gentleman and his little dog in the building next door who are the Waldorf and Statler of my Saturday morning car washing ritual (but they seem really nice and friendly, so I play along). And, of course, the cleaning ritual is not complete without washing the windows and going over the interior with Armor All. So Luna's squeaky-clean inside and out and she's ready for the rain.

Unfortunately, when I got up on the step ladder to wash and dry Luna's roof, I noticed there are scratches on it, and they look like they've been there for a while. I'm thinking that it may have happened when they installed the roof rack or something. So, I put a call in to the dealership to see about getting that fixed. I also need to find out when I can expect my license plates to make an appearance.

So, that was the morning done. Now that my clothes and my car were clean, it was time for a shower. And then, (cue sinister pipe-organ chords here) it was time to take Simon to the V-E-T for his R-A-B-I-E-S S-H-O-T. The saving grace is that the vet's office is only about six minutes away by car because Simon does not like being in the kitty carrier. Oh. My. God. Did he howl! Neighbours peeked out their windows thinking I must be swinging him by his tail or something, he was so loud! And early on in the drive over he let out a yowl that went on for a good 20 seconds! But then, miraculously, he quieted down. I think he likes riding in Luna. Well, that's going too far...he doesn't hate riding in Luna.

Of course, he came through the shot with flying colours and the vet tech said he's such a good boy! I asked how much he weighed this time (background: a couple years ago he was a hefty 16 lbs. and we got lectured by the vet, so by last year's visit I had him slimmed down to 11 lbs.). He's back up to nearly 13 lbs. The vet probably won't be happy, but dammit, he's a big boy. He's healthy and active and, I'll certainly see that he doesn't get too husky, but I think if I can keep him around 11-13 lbs., he'll be just fine.

Got Simon home (he was quiet for most of the trip back), paid him off with a handful of Pounce, then was off to renew Simon's license (or "pay the cat tax" as I call it--the lady at the shelter wasn't quite as amused by the joke as I was) and then to the store. No, not grocery...that would be stupid with a migraine hanging out in the back of my head, just waiting to attack again (and being around a market full of dingbats would certainly set it off). No, I was back on the quest to find the Holy Grail. No, wait, not the Holy Grail, something Much More Important: the Perfect Purse. I came home empty-handed. I think I'm gonna have to face the reality that there is no Perfect Purse out there for me.

Home again, I got the furkids their "tea" (they don't drink tea, it's just that I split their evening meal into a "tea" at 4:00 p.m. and "supper" at 6:00 on the weekends). Then, I realised that I hadn't eaten anything today, so I had leftover black bean soup.

I also remembered the "Saturday Project" I had been putting off for many Saturdays, now: Sweeping off the back steps and orgainsing the flowerpot graveyard. I could not believe the amount of dirt and leaves that were back there! I thought when the landscapers came to "mow and blow," they blew the leaves AWAY from the back area (and that's why I always had a layer of dirt on the window sill). Evidently, they blow all of the leaves under my porch. And all those bugs...Ewwww, Ick! That was not a fun chore, but at least it's done. I'll have to leave the bicycle for another day, though. It needs to be cleaned up and tuned up and put somewhere dry for the winter.

By the time I was done with that, it was time for the furkids' supper. So, while they ate, I washed dishes and put away the laundry. Then I vacuumed (another unpleasant, time-consuming task). And now, at last, I rest. Oh, crap! I forgot I need to clean the litter box. Nah, it'll keep until tomorrow. I think now I'll just wash up for bed and curl up with The Gormenghast Novels.