Not much of anything.

I am coming to the frightening conclusion that there is no place in the apartment that Kitten from Hell cannot wreak havok in. It has been my practice to put KfH in the master bathroom at her (and the other cats’) feeding time, when she’s been particularly bad, and when poor Clueless Wonder needs a…

Yesterday was uneventful. For a Monday, that is always good news. I began to make arrangements to get an appraisal on my car – I should know by tomorrow how much it’ll cost my company to fix it. Went in late because of this virus thing I caught. Went home early ’cause it was just…

Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror?Cries the man in the shadowing hood. While I was driving to the Polish Festival on Sunday, a rather nice looking (albeit young) dude in a drop-top red and sporty something-or-other passed me rather slowly. He had his CD jacked up, playing Loreena McKennitt’s “Marrakesh Night…

Hearts of Steel The above will open in a separate window for you. It is a link to a site that provides information about a fund raising project to raise money for a memorial to the people on Flight 93 that crashed in Pennsylvania on September 11, 2001. If you are stuck for ideas for…

This weekend’s get-away is cancelled. George sees a real vet in about two and a half hours. He was just sick again, and had some more *nasty* diarrhea. The Prof even smelled it from the other end of the apartment. Bathroom door is shut, and the exhaust fan is going at the moment. Thank heaven…

as a cat with expectations of being fed. The Professor’s cat and I have come to an understanding – I allow him to feed, groom, and worship her and she’ll tolerate my presence at those times when the above three services are not required. The Professor is abed at the moment, and the Warrior Princess…