A proper update

First of all, blessed Ostara, happy spring, etc etc etc. It's warm. I've had the back door open all week. FRESH AIR. This is good. I can't wait until I have a free weekend, because I want to go hiking BADLY.

This weekend, I will be at Art of the Belly down in Ocean City. I'm performing with Transcendence on Saturday, maybe doing a workshop, but mostly socializing and watching other people perform. Which is nice! I really like Transcendence's set, though. It's straight ATS, and there are 8 of us performing improv. And our music is pretty awesome.

I can't believe it's after 5 already. I have so much left to do. Busting out the update last night wiped me out-- I have been in the studio past 2am many times this week, and I'm getting tapped out. I did get to sleep in a little today, and by that I mean I got up at 10 after being up late answering emails and doing update-related promo. Got up and had Verve rehearsal. I also had workmen in fixing the bathroom ceiling, which will be a multi-day effort. I still have to photograph a commission for a client, do a load of dance laundry, paint my nails, and dye my hair.

Monday: the day of NOTHING. I am going to lounge around in my PJs, nothing more. FORREALS. I am tired.

But other than that, it's mostly business as usual. The kitties are fine, but Olive has been driving me a bit bonkers. She's been SO needy this week, always wanting to be the center of my attention. She follows me around, mouthing off, constantly. She does not understand that momma can not pet her AND work a fire-breathing torch at the same time. Today, I put her up on the couch while Flissy and I were dancing. I said "look kid, I have to pay attention to something else for a little bit. Deal with it." She showed me who was boss, because within 30 seconds, she had managed to drag herself over to my computer, shut off the music, temporarily delete my playlist, and completely frak up my screen resolution. She's a little spoiled brat monster. I mean, she's a cat. I can't possibly imagine what having a toddler must be like.

I also have a theory about Nox. Last year, a friend of mine told me he looks a lot like a Burmese, except that he's gigantic. He's incredibly social, very vocal, he will play fetch until your arm falls off, and otherwise hits all of the Burmese personality traits right down the line, plus he definitely has some Oriental blood, judging by his face and shape. I don't remember what exactly led me to the wiki page on Bombays, but one look at it, and I was like "HOLY CRAP, that's Nox." Bombays were created when someone mated a Burmese with a black American shorthair. They are almost always jet black, and called "the parlor panther" for their size (we have always called Nox our house panther). They are super muscular cats, which Nox is, although he easily outweighs the breed standard weight because he's so freaking long. I wonder if we could have him genetically tested someday-- I seriously doubt that he's anything approaching pureblooded, considering we got him at a shelter, or even an intentional Bombay... he might have been the accidental product of a regular old kitty and a Burmese. But the overlap between Bombay and Nox has me seeeeeriously thinking that's what he is, more or less.

There's other stuffs to talk about, but I am out of time. Later!