Cats and Nightmares (but not nightmares about cats)

Gracie and I are both so ready for her to get out of the crate! She is yowling a lot because she wants out, and whenever I go in there to scoop her litter or check her dishes, she tries to escape on me. This morning when I was scooping her litter, she got out and went wandering around the mudroom. She somehow jumped to the top of the shoe dresser/organizer that J made for me. Then she jumped down and went running out to the dining room and hid under the table. I don't know if her elbow is healed or not - her next vet appointment is on the 24th - but she is sure acting like she's ready to be free.

She's not the only one who's ready.

Anyway, we'll see what the vet says when I take her in, but I'm definitely hoping that the x-ray shows a healed elbow bone. Too many more weeks of this and we're both going to lose our minds.

So. I had a nightmare about my brother this morning. I won't bore you with details, I'll only say that I hate that I have a brother who has scarred me enough emotionally that I have nightmares about him from time to time. Although I did hear something about him that may explain a lot - last night J and I had dinner at my sister's house. My sister is 10 years older than me, so she knows a lot of stuff about our family that I don't know. Anyway, she said that when our parents were building the house that we lived in when we were all kids, our brother, who was probably less than a year old, was in a walker. Someone left the door to the basement open, and there weren't any stairs going down to it yet. He walked his walker over to the open doorway, and fell down onto the concrete basement floor on his HEAD. That explains so much for me. :D Just kidding.

Anyway. I'm tired this morning, and I want it to be 4:30 so that I can go home. But it's only 10:12 in the morning. Sigh. I really need to start playing the lottery, so that I can win and J and I can both retire early. Like, right after I win. :)

And that's all I have for now. Later!