It’s the little stuff

The Move becomes imminent. I will make arrangements this week for computer access at the new digs. I will also be shutting down computer access here within the week. I may disappear somewhat abruptly. I’m not sure when I’ll be back. A talk with the Socialist last night inspired new questions within me as to…

“There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.” -Unknown There is a reason I selected the above quote for this day’s first entry. Enough said. Just when I think ACfH is growing up and settling down, she proves she’s still got a significant percentage of kitten left inside of her. The Professor…

My CD with “The Cat Carol” arrived in the mail yesterday. I meant to bring it into work with me today, but in my haste to get out the door this morning I forgot both that and my employee ID badge. I miss both these items. A new CD would have been an extraordinary help…

Yup, it’s about the dishes again. Hopefully this pitiful saga is reaching a resolution. The Professor swore he was going to be better about the dishes after the shattered plates incident. I know I’m ruining the surprise ending by saying this, but like a fool I took him at his word. Last night I made…

I’ve been listening to a lot of PRI radio these days. I go through phases of it. Eventually I get tired of listening to music radio, especially when none of the recent new releases grab my attention, and I’ll drift over to Terry Gross and Todd Mundt and Marty Moss-Coane. Then the time will come…

subtitled: What I didn’t do last evening. I couldn’t do it. The Socialist called me an asshole and a few other unkind things, but I just couldn’t go to the movies alone. It was probably just as well. I got out of work later than I wanted, and didn’t get home until 6:30. The movie…