In other words, it's a Friday day off for me, the first in a long time since I started working six days a week several months ago. It's not stressful as it might sound, but I'd admit the almost an hour long drive from my home here in the hills in the middle of nowhere to my office building built also in the middle of nowhere (for now) can be tiring.
But then, I'd feel content having done my job, even though it may not be much for now. And I reward myself with a simple cleansing shower and have my fill of mother's cooking when she does cook.
So what did I do on this fine Friday morning you might ask? Well, this blog wasn't here yesterday, I can tell you that. I blame the many friends of mine who blogs for one, and friends who give me links to other interesting blogs which I read with slight envy. You can have your laugh if you want, it's okay since I'm new to this; just don't get started on how blogging is not new and you'll be safe.
So yes, here I am, setting up my own blog through Blogspot, a choice made because most blogs of other people I read uses Blogspot. With Michael Jackson's 'Wanna be startin' somethin' playing on iTunes, I type these words for all those who cares to read and do whatever it is you people get out of reading others' random (and not random, depending) musings and thoughts.
In between typing this first post of mine, I found time to go around the house and see what's going on downstairs while checking out the whatever my family and friends are doing. Fifi, our not-quite-new-now cat was sleeping on the small table where pictures of me and some of my family members of days long past. I think the fact that the table being so close to the window where the morning sun ray shines helps make a nice, comfy and warm cat nap spot for her.
Interesting creatures cats. Like dogs, when you have one as a pet and accepted as a member of the family, you find it painful when you realize that they come and go in the course of our lifetime, yet their memories always stay with us. I have some fond memories of our first cat; mom brought this small calico kitten home, and I remember vaguely that I watched it with equal part curiosity and fear. I was flat out threatened and afraid by this strange looking creature which I learned was a cat.
Those were good times. I had my fair share of being nice and cruel to cat as I grow up, but now I generally love them all. Fifi is no exception from my love of cats, even if she won't stop seeing me as a threat at times accompanied with scratching and biting my hand every time she and I are in arm's length.
Well, look at the time on my end, I need something to eat myself. Maybe I should blog about stuffs like that one of these days once I get into the this blogging gear. Who knows what I'll blog next, since I'm planning to just blog about anything that comes my way. We shall see together and only time will tell.
Until then.
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