(Not so) Wee Wittle Thor is enjoying the window sitting. It hasn't begun to really get crazy here yet but the air is very lively & there are random showers, everything around my town is flooded at least a little.
The storm in and of itself is enough. Add insult to injury, my ex is bound from his northernmost abode to gift his child with a car. Its not an unwelcome thing, I need the freedom it will afford my schedule. However he really thinks he can just show up into another state & drop off a random vehicle with random paperwork and it be possible for me to register it. Sadly the great state of La clings to civil code, therefore our laws of possession are much different. Never mind the fact that I simply hate seeing the SoB.
Days off from school and work afford plenty of kitty & doggie squishing, so there's that. A piece of me twinges each time I go outside, I think there's something I need to do. Last year this time my yard turned into a lake, I worked furiously to lift doghouses onto pallets and laid tarps strategically to keep the dogs dry. My beautiful dog took on whatever bacteria that caused her infections that ultimately took her life earlier this year. It feels strange having all the kids indoors safe & sound.
I feel content but restless all at the same time.. Ya know?
On that note: I give you all, tropical storm cuteness.