Been a nice, relaxing weekend so far. No runways, raging parties or ridiculous drama. I actually needed some peace and quiet, so I even decided to give my assistant/driver the weekend off.
I know! I’m too kind, but she’ll be very busy next week.
I needed this — this alone time with my kitty thoughts, ya know? Oddly, even though I lack opposable thumbs and am no longer legally allowed to drive, I’ve still gotten quite a few things done…
On Friday night I had a couple of friends over for drinks and appetizers. I served warm turkey Temptations and made this new catnip martini that I saw featured in a recent episode of the Nate Berkus show. Per usual, the Russian Blue from next door got WASTED.
And then yesterday I had my masseuse come over and work out the kinks in my back. It wasn’t budgeted…but whatev. It’s a business expense, and I need to be in tip-top condition for napping.
Any other day, I would have had my assistant give me a deep-tissue shiatsu kitty massage, but this new gal, who also moonlights as a pet sitter, did alright. Not my favorite (she had weak fingers), but it got the job done.
Today I just woke up early at around noon, caught up on my subscription to Cat Fancy, and organized my accessories drawer (can’t believe how many ribbons and ties I have now).
That reminds me — my assistant dropped the ball and left for her weekend jaunt without getting my ascot, monocle and top hat, which means I’m still without a decent Halloween costume (planning this whole steam punk theme…).
“Siri, remind me to take care of that tomorrow.”
So, yeah. Not a bad weekend at all. I do kindasorta miss my assistant, though, but don’t tell her that. She can be a little annoying, sure, but she’s reliable and has strong fingers.
The older I get, the more I realize how hard it really is to find good help.
Catch you later,