Officially losing track of whether I’m an hour ahead, an hour behind, or just completely lost

Cowboy is getting old, and so am I.
I assumed he'd set all the clocks back before going to bed.
I woke up, checked the time projected on the ceiling, and thought it was 6:30 a.m.
I got up and went to play on the computer.
I took my pill, using Heron's temperature gauge to tell me when it was time.
My pill reminder went off about an hour later.
That's when I realized Cowboy hadn't changed the clocks.
Dumb me hadn't changed the time on the temperature gauge.
I apparently got up at 5:30 and took my pill a couple of hours early.
That was a great start to a rainy Sunday.

Well, I have a kitten in a very large dog crate in my she-shed.
Badger thinks she's bringing it inside tomorrow.
Cowboy thinks it's staying outside to catch rats by the chicken coop.
For once, I'm siding with Cowboy on keeping it outside, but I want a she-shed cat, not a ratter.
My heart can't take losing another cat.
That's the truth
We've lost three this year, and we still have two more cats with terminal illnesses.

I went outside to feed Imp this morning and heard a tiny kitten crying.
I thought it had gotten trapped in Cowboy's old, nasty tool shed.
I went in and got Badger.
As soon as Itty Bitty saw her, he came running.
I usually won't touch a stray, but Badger picked him up, and they cuddled together.
I told her we'd fix up a safe place for it in the she-shed, where it could stay warm and dry.
But it's going to be a she-shed cat, it's not coming inside.
Well, she has other plans, but I don't think she's winning Daddy over this time.

I'll check with our vet tomorrow to see if we can get it in for its shots.
Hopefully, we'll find out how old it is and whether it's a boy or a girl.
I think I see trouble puffs, but the last time I thought I saw trouble puffs, I ended up with a litter of kittens.

For now, it's safe and dry in the she-shed.
I'm not sure how warm it'll be, though.
We wrapped the dog crate in trash bags to keep out the wind and closed all the blinds.
Hopefully, it'll be warmer in there than under the she-shed or in Cowboy's tool shed.

I had planned to take Badger up to my hometown so she could photograph the leaves.
We don't have any pretty trees down here, but the ones in Hometown are gorgeous.
It rained.
Badger and I could still have walked around, but I didn't want Cowboy driving up that twisty road in the rain.
This is probably our last chance to photograph the trees.
They'll be naked next weekend.

I forgot to write about the funniest thing that happened yesterday.
Heron wanted to wear a one-piece Lycra costume to work that left very little to the imagination.
The suit had gloves and feet built in, but he couldn't cook in it because he had to wash his hands.
He ended up having to take the suit off.
Badger said that's not what she wanted to see first thing in the morning.
At least his coworkers and customers were spared the sight.
With a suit that tight, I think you're supposed to wear extra coverage so you don't show everything.
Maybe

It was a TV and nap kind of day.
I'm not complaining.
I enjoy rainy days.
I'm getting another post up early because I can't write late at night like I usually do when Cowboy is home.