The most recent tool in the repertoire to attempt to de-mat the cat, although the cat is now so irritated with my attempts to help him care for himself that he won’t sit still to be brushed. I’ll have to work up to it slowly, perhaps with treats. It will make his other brothers jealous, but it’s this or a haircut.
My cats are learning their names. I’m unsure why I’m so excited about this, but I am.
Today is another regular day for me, another in a long line of days where I wake up, feed the cats, get coffee, work on my #bujo, journal, then do this: blogging and trying not to get distracted by all the other things going on in other tabs. My feed reader, for example. All those lovely blogs that posted content first thing this morning (or late last night) that I want to catch up on, or the webcomics that have new pages out. Gloriously distracting they are.
I wrote a bit yesterday morning and planned to write more in the evening. 168 fiction words, 479 total words. The reason more fiction words didn’t get written is simple: I needed 38 levels to add Mending to a pickaxe that was in the very last round of upgrades, and so I wanted to go grind in the Nether gathering quartz for the XP. And then I finally did it, got the final upgrade I needed, and went to gather more XP to repair both my Silk Touch pickaxe and the Fortune III pickaxe, so now I at least have the cool tools – until I can get better tools or villagers for a breeder.
And that’s my Minecraft life right now. And writing! Yesh, I do that, too.