Ending with a bang, of sorts
I went out for a lovely meal with a friend, where mostly we discussed technicalities of the period (which I figured out is coming for me, which explains my mood, which is a good thing). And the food too was very good.
Except then I got home — I lent her some books so I could save them for the holidays, despite desperately wanting to read them right now (and being halfway through one), and I had to kick her out immediately so I could be sick. She didn’t even get to play with the kittens, because they sat by the bathroom door waiting for me. Later, they sat in the bathroom with me. Which is sweet, I guess? But also sort of gross. Perhaps not, if you are a cat.