Ferrets! Better than coffee.

There is something absolutely glorious about listening to rescue ferrets play in the morning. Being a creature of deeply ingrained habit, I was checking my email first thing in the morning, and became mightily distracted due to the sounds coming from the ferret cage. Sigyn, Alicia, and Celia were up in the hanging nest duking (a low sort of purring chitter, the ferret happy noise) to each other and rolling about in play. 

Alicia, who was more or less on deaths door when she was surrendered to the rescue and had NO idea how to be a ferret (she came with a...hamster ball...). Sigyn who has only been here a few weeks. And Celia, who has become our all-purpose mothering ferret since she joined the household in November, even though she is just about a year old. I love seeing everyone acting like healthy, adjusted ferrets.

Sigyn eventually fell out of the hanging nest, but she is still at the awkward baby stage so it was expected. She has now chased Selena, the ferret she was surrendered with (another very young female), out of the octopus toy and they are having a grand tussle around the bottom of the cage.

Adoption event next month. On one hand, it will be great to introduce the kids to potential adopters, and it is ALWAYS fun to run into the 'but I thought they were smelly and mean' comment and merrily burst that bubble. On the other hand...can't I just hide Sigyn in the octopus and pretend she was here all along?

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I am having one of my hilarious antsy periods that generally characterize mild depression. Not sleeping. Can't sit still, can't concentrate. Work was a total wash. Which is a shame, as I have a rather large federal grant application to finish writing by the first.

And to add to it all, Lord Phaedrus has decided to chew on my big toe. Cats. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

It may be a mix of depression (it was just the holidays, my birthday, very tangibly down a sister) plus anxiety (holy hell, djkc and I are seriously house hunting. HOUSE. I fixate on numbers and money and the fact I will have to talk with people like bank and real estate folks). My brain is a sloshy soup of inappropriate chemicals, and inappropriate levels of appropriate chemicals. 

Part of my agreement with myself was to take note when I notice when I am feeling 'off'. And to share. So you all get to join in the strange adventures that take place inside my brain.

I think I will take a bath. Vati took me to the Lush store when I was in Rochester (oh, heavenly bath bombs...) and then try some sleep. Tomorrow my room needs a clean (Ferdinand has been merrily tossing his food about and the cats made a mess with one of their scratchers) and write. One excellent thing that comes from a mental morass like this is all I really want to do is write.

Lord Phaedrus has stopped trying to ingest my toe and has somehow managed to condense himself down to a size small enough to fit into the top from a case of paper.