I decided to not work on the new idea, from last night. There is no sense in torturing myself on purpose. 
This morning has been another clean, get things non-writing done, and then sit down to write..but then find every excuse to not put words on the paper. Right now, my daughter and I are going to watch I Am Legend. I’m figuring that while I love sci-fi, it’s not likely it will spur any new ideas–hopefully.
So I’m cooking dinner and my 7 month old kitty decides to become spastic and run around the kitchen, jumping up and down the counters and sink, rubbing his back along every surface. I couldn’t make out if something was on him or he was just playing. Crazy kitty is what he was. I picked him up to check him out, and he did not like that at all. I eventually had to hold him down but only managed to check out his ears, which were pink but clear. And 10-15 minutes later he was fine. Absolutely no problems. 
I still don’t know what his crazy issue was–this is the second day he’s done it. It’s odd. I’m slightly concerned. I’ll have to Google it, ask some cat friends (ask the humans who own cats).
