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Because I'm sitting up in bed.

There's this cat. It's mostly invisible. When not invisible, it's a little weird. For ex this morning we were talking and it leapt onto the bed and drifted silently between us to butt its head into S's face. Then into mine. Then it purred. Then it left.

It belongs to the eldest female child. It is not supposed to go outside because it "will never come back." It has been outside many times and always comes back. The eldest female child chooses not to believe this.

Moving continues. For various reasons mostly to do with wine the move is going very slowly. We like having a house where friends can come visit and play cards. Used to be we'd go out to socialize, or one of us would, and the children would get less adult time. Now they get more, which is good, and it's unbelievably normal around here. Normal in the way my grandparents' lives were normal, not my parents'. My parents didn't socialize much. My dad didn't, period, and my mom only had either church people over or Scientology people over and such people are almost always on stage, i.e. attempting to project their chosen image. I prefer the image of my grandparents, who just smoked and drank and enjoyed themselves. That's what we're doing more of, while the kids tsk tsk, instead of completing the move.

"The kids" refer to her kids, several of whom live with us. My kids are adults and striving with the demands of an engineering education. One of them is still in Ireland on honeymoon. A few pictures made their way to Facebook.

Monday the 30th is when I took the trailer full of wedding tables and linen back to the rental place. I expected to be done by nine or ten and then go to work but not two exits down the road there was steam escaping from under the hood. I've known my overflow bottle was cracked for a couple months now, but between the cold weather and being busy I never got around to replacing it. The effect is that the system doesn't hold pressure and boils over at a lower temperature. Hauling all that extra weight took it past the boiling point and I had to pull over three times for a cool-down before I got to the rental place. My ex happened to be there dropping off the chairs, and we had a laugh about the last time that part failed, after a camping trip to Lassen in the mid '90s where some small rodent chewed a hole in it after making a nest in the engine compartment.

I added water and coolant and stopped pulling extra weight and the engine was fine for the rest of the day but now it was early afternoon and I didn't want to go to work. I tried logging in remotely only to find my Windows password had expired. This meant I had to use my phone to send an email in to the office to explain I was fixing my car and couldn't come in and also couldn't connect remotely, hence a come-in-late day became, not a WFH-day, but an unplanned day of "vacation". I spent it hauling more stuff between houses.

New Year's Eve was a short work day because we had a hotel room in San Francisco to take possession of. Unfortunately I'd reserved it in a hurry and only that day learned it was a ridiculous fleabag that S simply wasn't going to tolerate. I went online and snagged a late cancellation at a good hotel we've used before. I accepted that the first hotel was going to cost me regardless, as it was too late to cancel. I then learned a friend was joining us, a gal we both find very likeable, and so three of us made our way to the City, decided a king-sized bed was sufficient, and went to Sea of Dreams. Today, while at a friend's for the 49ers/Packers game, someone asked me if SoD was "awesome". I said it was not. It was fun, but it wasn't awesome. It was fun enough to keep us to closing such that we walked back at about four in the morning, S wearing my coat, me in but a t-shirt. San Francisco has odd weather in that it can be butt-ass cold on a summer's night but twice now I've been out before dawn on January First to find it not very cold at all.

Yes, I suddenly agree this could have been more interesting. But I should be horizontal now and frankly I'm not sure how much more writing I will be doing anyway. I hope to make 2014 a far better year than journaling and blogging can really allow for. The explanation for that would be another blog post but it has to do with me and my brain, and not anything inherently bad about writing. G'night.