Nuts.

August, 2010 I made an entry called “Batless Belfry ” (opens in new window). Anybody remember? Well, it’s still happening, folks. I saw a grand total of two bats all summer, in an area where I used to be able to spot dozens in the summer twilight. The National Speleological Society has a good summary…

Last night I slept over nine hours. I don’t know that I’ve ever appreciated a good sound sleep as much as I do nowadays. It is an absolute luxury to wake up and actually feel refreshed. I even felt good enough to drag about four boxes up stuff upstairs. I didn’t unpack them or anything…

Shay – there really isn’t all that much to be done at this point. I do need to deal with making dinner this evening, but that’s one of those things that I’ll think about later. As for keeping the cats separated – no possible with the spare bedroom in use. I have to babysit The…

I welcomed in the New Year with continued dysentery the color and consistency of split pea soup. The Prof has suggested I rename this journal to “Salamander’s Diarya” (say it out loud if you don’t get the joke). Several doses of Imodium later (taken as directed, one after each bowel movement, not to exceed four…

I made the mistake of leaving the Clueless Wonder’s food down on the floor when I left the apartment this morning. He won’t eat it, but Kitten from Hell will. Which means that KfH is going to be one very happy hellion this morning. Meanwhile, CW is going to be one very hungry cat if…

Wooly bear caterpillars must be the northeastern United State’s local version of the arctic lemming. Akin to the lemmings’ inexorable march to the cliffs overlooking the sea in years of overpopulation, the onset of the cooler days of autumn triggers some suicidal instinct buried deep down on one of the three brain cells a wooly…