It is early December…

It is early December as you can obviously see from the post date, but yes, this is the first time I have written anything other than Tweets, Face Book posts, and thousands of texts. Many of those I likely should have used as inspiration for Harold’s Room posts, and I often chastise myself for not having done so. A lot has gone on, which I won’t go into now, nor will I use any of it as an explanation or excuse. I did not write. Period.

The cats have been bugging me all day, but have for now all disappeared, so I am watching squirrels and listening to Golden Earring’s Greatest Hits.

Harold has been in and out of his Fortress of Solitude since Halloween. He is in at the moment. The temperature has dropped into the twenties at night since Thanksgiving, the house is very dry, and I was concerned he might be getting dehydrated. He has drinking water available, other than those occasions when the cats drink his instead of theirs, but ninety-nine percent of the time he has water. He quit eating weeks ago to prep for hibernation mode, and he has been very lethargic even when he is out of the Fortress.

He lies there in front of the Fortress door listening to music and snoozing, but the humidity wafting out of the doorway from his dampened shredded paper bedding is not sufficient to keep him moisturized, so when I feel I need to, I toss his bedding, mist it, and stick him back in there. I did that yesterday afternoon and he has chosen to stay.

I spent the last several days jabbering and posting music, clever quotes and placards on Twitter instead of adding to this. I am now listening to The Wall in its entirety for the first time in years.

One forgets how extremely thought provoking it is when the songs are presented in sequence, rather than enjoyed and analyzed as solitary gems.

I’ve been thinking about a small Twitter dialogue project. I thought I might snatch and grab my Tweets, posts, and some of my Tweeps’ responses from a short period of time; possibly one morning sequence. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. I am wishy-washy that way. I need to go put RuPaul the peacock back on top of the entertainment center and re-attach the left side of the garland. One of the cats had mishap around 1:30 AM, sending RuPaul head over heels taking half the garland with him, and jolting ma and myself out of our winter’s nap. Unfortunately for you, I shall return. The Wall should hold you while I’m gone.

(Of COURSE the pun was intended!)