Backfire

There is a drawback to Project Do It Now.  After a couple of days of heavy lifting, dealing with the power outage while baking, and putting two more offerings to the bobcat gods in the freezer (yech), I took yesterday off.  I used to do one day on-one day off with impunity; a thing either got done or it didn't.  Sitting on my duff yesterday, however, filled me with guilt.  Not enough to make me get up and do something, but enough to make me feel bad.  I'm guessing I'll do double-time today.  Or not.

My self-imposed punishment was to not light Stove.  After all, it was in the low 50s outside (I couldn't make myself check the inside temp); how bad could it be?  (Pretty doggone cold, I can tell you that.)  Larry gave me a laugh; I'd texted him, noting it was down to the high 70s in Honolulu from the usual mid 80s and was he dealing with winter in the islands.  He responded that it was brutal; he'd nearly had to put on a shirt!

Bessie decided to bypass the middle man.  I thought I'd heard something the other day, but thought, "No, she wouldn't do that."  I heard the same sounds yesterday and got up to find she'd helped herself to a cookie (milk bone) from the box and taken it into the dining room where she's decided ladies like herself eat snacks.  We've worked hard to get her weight down and she was rebelling.  I moved the box and will just have to deal with her resentment, but do have to give her credit for ingenuity.  (She'd rather have a treat.)

I hope everyone has had a chance to see the Super Moon this week.  That enormous glowing globe rising behind the pine trees on the hill has been spectacular.  Nature outdid herself with the special effects.