Kat
@byekitty.bsky.social
work: yelling at 270 years of archives backlog leisure: needlework, snacks, parkrun tourism, cricket despair, sweepstakes cats: Malka the rescue kitten, Penelope-in-the-Wardrobe
I have not asked any of my friend to bring me home cooked food. nevertheless, multiple friends have brought me home cooked food. who knew that one of my parkrun/quiz/cricket friends makes fantastic dhal?
walked 720 metres (!!) to my GP to have my dressing changed and lol
after two weeks of being drugged into stupidity (thanks oxycodone – you did what you had to do; now we're tapering) I have finally started to read a book!! (No Friend to This House by @nataliehaynes.bsky.social in case you were wondering)
I have (temporarily) given up caffeine. Both last night and the night before I dreamt about ordering coffee
my soft drinks are yet to be replenished so the best I can do for #ConfinedCocktails is my water bottle (sofa edition), with a nice reminder of what I usually do on a Saturday
think Penny has finally forgiven me for being a Person with a Brace and Crutches and Too Many Visitors
blimey. I certainly feel suitably alarmed (has also timed the delay of Hundred commentary)
my other observation from the Athletics is that there’s some kind of crossover between triple jump and instagram baddie eye makeup
I am accidentally watching steeplechase at the Athletics which is on par with the worst slasher films in terms of my level of terror
I, umm. have made a to do list. and am doing things from it. I had ten days (!!) of rest (!!)
if it wasn’t so hot I’d be tempted to put my Bangladesh shirt on. iykyk 🇧🇩
in completely unrelated news I had a vivid dream about being in Uzbekistan (never been and Dream Kat did not know the correct currency), including visuals of a stunning yarn shop
some of us are surviving this weather without being able to shower btw 🫠
for the 1999 eclipse I was in a country with excellent viewing conditions and it was in the early afternoon iirc. but I was a stupid teenager and slept through it
my friend came over and brought healthy cat treats from Whole Foods. Malka batted them around and then lost interest. Penny still in a sulk because _yet another stranger_ was in the house
Malka would like to know why her envelope was spelled incorrectly
has everyone already said “being an archivist”? great for me, am constantly telling people not to fall into the trap
what are things where your own experience and the view of what you think is good for most people vary wildly? For instance, I *hated* university and it was not at all interesting or useful to me intellectually, but am generally very encouraging of people going to university.
meanwhile my energy levels today have been sufficient for sock knitting, sandwich assembly and Poirot
trying to give Penny some treats to make up for the fact that I have had visitors every day
when your friends care about you enough that they assemble one of your comfort foods, no questions asked