10:04pm
July 12, 2012
This is Fey’s reaction to me sorting papers. More like me sorting over a decade’s worth of papers filling an enormous 18 gallon crate in the bottom corner of my closet. At this point there are piles of paper on every single surface as well as papers all over the floor everywhere. She was concerned when we started moving crates out of the closet, but I think her feelings about it now are a good deal more intense than concerned (“alarmed” or “disconcerted” maybe). Whenever I get up she sits down where I was sitting and doesn’t return to her perch on the side of the couch until I sit on her. Well don’t literally sit on her but I lower my butt towards the couch knowing full well that she will get out of the way in time, and that this is in fact the only way to signal her to get out of the way that doesn’t make her angry. I’m getting pretty exhausted with these papers but the exhilaration of seeing the pile to go through get smaller and smaller makes me keep going. Probably past the point when I should stop.
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