I phoned Jeff last night after going a little wacky at the mall (total haul $100, shoes and tights) and said, “Don’t feel like cooking. How do you feel about the Keg?” which plan met with enthusiastic endorsement. Out of respect for mOm’s diet I’m going to skip the usual trough report.
My plants arrived! Gai Lan, peppermint and Thai Basil. I’ll be repotting them this weekend. I just gave them a little water.
I have a mild two inch scratch from Eddie, having helped clip his back nails. No other injuries were reported.
There are at least fifteen blossoms on the strawberry plants out front. I must go water them.
I send good thoughts to: mOm, Granny, Tammy, Katie daughter, Kopper, LTGW for the unwitting suggestion which finally broke the dam on the homily, the Luddite, Jeff and kitties of course (although one side growl for the unbelievable amount of hall-running they did last night), Tom and Peggy (get over here for dinner!), Glenn and Maggie (ditto!), Tom U. (ditto!), Mike, Heather, Jarmo and the gang that’s going to Indiana Jones tonight, Patricia, Tom McM, Carolyn Porco, everybody at JPL, all Dunnett fans, and all filkers everywhere.
Oh, I ordered a Zoom H2. I couldn’t help myself; after almost a year of drooling on Lady Miss B’s H2 I gave in to the dark side and ordered it.
I have cancelled my planned trip to Denvention – I’m going to be needing every penny for France.
I am thinking of a certain pregnant woman, and confecting an especially airy and happy nest of thoughts for her.
A particularly happy and grateful shout out to Jeff, who has shouldered my tech support issues with the understated competence of a true professional.
Oh, and a big hug to the HR department at work. I approached them and said, calmly, “I want to kill a co-worker.”
Response: “Really? Have some chocolate and tell me about it.”
End result: 15 minutes later, I’m back at my desk, snickering, and feeling much better.
Oh. Nobody in my department – somebody else. The folks in my department entirely rock, I love them.
