This trip was so exhausting… I was crammed into my seat with my legs curled up like a bird, couldn't sleep well, and the food was disgusting. After going through layovers, changing to a train, then the subway, and lugging my suitcase up the stairs, I finally got home and took a look—
The air was thick with dust, as if I'd stepped right into the Sahara Desert.
I normally use pine cat litter at home; it's clean and dust-free, but you have to clean it out often. Every time, right before I start writing, I make a point to go and check. 'Have they pooped? Does it need scooping? Yes? Perfect, I can procrastinate for another ten minutes.'
